THE CHRONICLES PART 1
i am bored, so gather round as i tell you the tell of our origins
in the beginning, there was only The FJ. He reclined in the darkness of chaos and grew weary.
"tsk, this is really boring," quoth he, "i think ill invent plot so that i may be amused."
and so he did. with his great finger he scrated in the cosmos a glowing and nebulous upside-down check mark.
"this shall be the model... though it shall not be the law." said The FJ, his voice thundering through the nothingness. and so it was that the symbol he created began to shift. sometimes the rising action was very short and sometimes it took up nearly the entire thing... other times there were several points to the checkmark, and sometimes none at all. for a great while The FJ was pleased with what he had created but soon he became weary with it.
"perhaps," quoth The FJ, "i shall make language... yes a series of collected sounds my mouth can make..."
and so it was. at first language was free and untamed. it was a wild and toothy beast. The FJ slightly annoyed scolded the beast "You need to act a little more professional." and reigned the fanged monster in with a creation called "mechanics"
mechanics, the great eyed paperclip sprung forth and cut deep jagged red, and green lines into language. Language fought hard for its freedom, but in the end it could only submit. once the beast was down, The FJ laid his gentle hands on Language's 6,900 heads and bound it further by crafting a sign for every symbol.
~Mark out~
in the beginning, there was only The FJ. He reclined in the darkness of chaos and grew weary.
"tsk, this is really boring," quoth he, "i think ill invent plot so that i may be amused."
and so he did. with his great finger he scrated in the cosmos a glowing and nebulous upside-down check mark.
"this shall be the model... though it shall not be the law." said The FJ, his voice thundering through the nothingness. and so it was that the symbol he created began to shift. sometimes the rising action was very short and sometimes it took up nearly the entire thing... other times there were several points to the checkmark, and sometimes none at all. for a great while The FJ was pleased with what he had created but soon he became weary with it.
"perhaps," quoth The FJ, "i shall make language... yes a series of collected sounds my mouth can make..."
and so it was. at first language was free and untamed. it was a wild and toothy beast. The FJ slightly annoyed scolded the beast "You need to act a little more professional." and reigned the fanged monster in with a creation called "mechanics"
mechanics, the great eyed paperclip sprung forth and cut deep jagged red, and green lines into language. Language fought hard for its freedom, but in the end it could only submit. once the beast was down, The FJ laid his gentle hands on Language's 6,900 heads and bound it further by crafting a sign for every symbol.
~Mark out~
posted by Mr. Pardue at 3:28 PM
1 Comments:
I think I know what you're getting at. Rules are great and all, but linguistic evolution is better? Language should totally be the victor, at least in the hands of the writer who chooses to make language the victor.
So I guess the structure of language is evolving. I want language to be something that respects the great-eyed paperclip and has roots in the meaning that FJ, or whatever absolute being you want to use, originally ascribed to the sounds, but that something should grow. Language should be like a child that leaves home and grows into a new being and continues to change as it ages, learning new behaviors and finding new meaning through experience. But that metaphor has a flaw since the human child chosen to represent language will eventually die, and I'm pretty sure that language will never die.
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