Why I love my dictionary.

Thee, thou, thy, mine and etc… The call of old English –as they call it– and the deep meanings of words I’ve never heard of buzzes my head numb. But then the bitter thick letters of my healing dictionary opens my eyes to a level of understanding that I could sing the meaning of such words… Why I love my dictionary? It’s bulgy, somewhat heavy, and probably dusty too. But still, it is heavy of information, ever ready to divulge information to soak my mind with the definition of words necessary for me to express; to use those words I understood sometime when the time comes. But, then thanks to the geniuses of the 20^th and 21^st century the dictionary is at my fingertips through the messy bowl of networks of the internet and other programs and applications. I didn’t mean to sound unappreciative of the gift but the hard thick dictionaries and other old books that took (probably) years for the crafter to compile and write sits lonely in the shadows of spiderwebs in a shelf somewhere in the jungle of our house not even noticed as even if sometimes used as a decoration.I think from time to time let’s take our eyes of the radiation glower to spend some time for our eyes to linger in the mastery and pride of the past– those dictionaries and other books that used to be our bestfriends when the world paused. ;) Those coffee colored pages reminds us to be humble because of our humble beginning. But of course, not to remain in the past, but to look in past to learn from it, to prepare us for the so called future, to guide us in the present, to keep our feet on the ground from time to time to balance our lifestyle of defying gravity.

Peace Ya’ll. :D

juicy

P.S. and you can check out the internet with the new words of the new definition. :D hee,hee. Cheeky. ;)