A very trivial incident, but it has such enormous repercussions both now and throughout history. Have you ever read something quickly, so quickly that you misread a word and then instantly made sense from it in some hypothetical scenario sparked by your fertile imagination? The same can happen when you mishear a word, either a lyric in a song or in a conversation with some one.
This morning, I happened to see a slogan on the soy milk carton that read: 'Three Cheeses for the Plant!'' I immediately thought, 'Oh, they are using soy milk to make cheese and there are recipes for three cheese pasta evidently.'
Well, the word was NOT Cheeses. It was Cheers and simply was declaring the traditional three Cheers for the milk made from plants... Ah well... My reading was more intriguing.
Through the years, so many songs acquired my own peculiar lyrics because the singer was not clear in his/her rendition of the words. Sometimes I could not make sense of it, but often it resulted in a significance quite unintended by the writer.
After this little incident, I began to think about history and books and especially those hefty tomes considered the 'word of God'. Often these were found in a very poor condition. The misreading of a single letter could result in entirely different words from the ones written originally and yet there are those literalists and fundamentalists who never even will consider that some one could have been wrong!
Really on a roll today... just saw a bit of news on the internet: Atlantis Pride, Festival celebrating LOST community continues on Sunday.
How much more interesting than the real headline: Atlanta Pride, Festival celebrating LGBT Community continues on Sunday...
About Me
- Valkyrie Hawk
- My name is Eugenia-Maria Martino de Conde. Freyashawk is the name under which I write game guides and play many games. I specialise in Northern mythology but my original academic background is in History and British Law. Mine is the view of an exile, a Swan-Maiden rather than a god. Not an exile from heaven (that would be arrogant), but an exile nonetheless. I have lived in La Jolla, Nepal, London, Southampton, Manhattan, Roma, Pennsylvania et alia but spiritually belong to no land. Thus the affiliation with the air, hawk and swan. A Valkyrie chooses heroes from the slain. Walking among the dead is disconcerting. My greatest loves are my daughter and my Puttikins, my Himalayan cat clan. As Freyashawk, I write strategy guides for games. Time to write another novel for a writer can be a Valkyrie, creating warriors from her imagination that inspire people in the eternal battle between good and evil. Therein is the power I desire.
