Puns are punny

 Today marks the beginning of a new year! Out with the old and in with the new. Trust me, we can be new now.

Last year I said I would try to solve the world's needs for Global hunger. This year, I am praying already for Sudan,  wondering why they don't send popcorn. Sounds RIDICULOUS, but it is small and cheap. Please pray for peace in Sudan 🇸🇩 

I looked it up and you can grow various vegetables in under 30 days. Green beans grown fast,  and spinach! Shouldn't we grow some?

Anyway, and aside from those problems I read a bit yesterday and had a lot of new things to think about. Ever wonder about language? I decided that it is interesting that God can use our languages by the power of the holy spirit. Imagine that! And also I was thinking of his spirit in animals, like a lion with a butterfly on its nose or even a child enjoying an ice-cream! 

I punned yesterday about being chubby, and it was a second level pun. It might have just been stupid, but I said "TWEEDLES", like get away from my fat body, and that was enlightening. Because a pun is sort of another layer of meaning on top of something that already has meaning.  

As is annoyingly common to my mind, I used that one bit of information to grandoisity, and looked at my perfect self, asking how when God makes a pun out of matter it turns out human, we could have been made with feathers amd flown! 

Seriously, what happens in the creative realm seems perfected, but with humans there is all kinds of nuance. I could make a living, maybe, finding hilarity in cross cultural linguistics. The other day, just browsing Wikipedia, I found a murderous King whose name was Gundobad. No joke. His sister became a saint, and maybe his brother. His brother for having a conscience and paying penance after having a Macbeth moment. 

With us there is creative use of things with a limit. I find that the enormity of possibility in creation gets really exciting for humans in the same way we admire our dogs for jumping the fence. "That genius dog."

So I've talked a bit about our language devices and I love them sincerely. All of this was really born of me looking at a lunar calendar for 2026 which looked like writing,  and I wondered if anyone, anywhere, ever decided that it could work as writing. But the simplified versions of letters took years to create. And the complexity of languages is an interesting source of inspiration,  old languages do or do not sound like Amamatadabala. 

India is a microcosm of all human life on earth,  strange and foreign as it seems, it hides it's secrets in unfamiliarity. They look like regular people but they're not. They have insights we don't. If people crop up like little flowers, then there's is a garden all it's own. The mahabahrata is, and the words that season the writing we read of there world contain meaning we glaze over with a human knowing that is in reality ignorance. 

This again in 2 Esdras 10 yesterday, as if it was written there and someone spoke the ideas to my mind years ago. They will say they did, but who knows what we catch while reading.