Etymological stuff.

 

I do not know why I like to know where the words come from, it’s something that has always captivated me. You hear a word, you know what it means and enough, but when you discover the original meaning, the time and space from which it comes, or rather the idea that you have of that world, opens up before you, and the more ancient the more fascinating it turns out, above all because for some reason that articulated sound has survived hundreds of years, even millennia, many and more often than can be imagined in principle, because languages are made of a very malleable material, it is difficult to read a book of a few hundred years ago although it is written in the mother tongue.

Perhaps this taste for archaisms comes from the time I read about the decipherment of the Hittite language (Indo-European Hittites, not the previous ones), when the researchers found out that “water”, in English, was said in Hittite “wasser “, The same root. Maybe my interest started much earlier, I liked Latin in high school, I was not lucky to be able to study Greek because they changed the program of studies, when the dictatorship ended. In addition Castilian is a rich language that contains a significant number of Arabisms, “Ojalá”(hopefully), “Aljibe”(cistern), “Almohada”(Pillow) …, although today in this globalized world, is not a novelty, and all languages have many influences of very different languages, but when you are a child living in a regime of closed doors to the rest of the world, anything foreign was exotic.

Not long ago I discovered that the Japanese, it is difficult to believe, seem to have eliminated for ethical reasons the word “noise” which was originally the symbol for “woman” repeated three times, as forest is tree + tree + tree, replacing it with the anglicism “noise”, it never ceases to amaze me how disciplined they are in Japan, normally languages evolve in a much more random way. The fact is that rummaging through the Sumerian electronic dictionary of the University of Pennsylvania, I have stumbled upon a curious reference and I know, it is not the usual pastime of the majority, the curious thing is that was not difficult, it was the first word of the letter L, namely the word “la” or exactly “la6”. That is represented as:

la6

It means “flood”, and like most words of a single syllable that are usually the oldest, it comprises a series of related meanings: moisture, soaking, etc. But the grace of discovery is in its akkadian equivalent, which by fortune provides the ePSD, and presumably is as old as the sumerian term. The egyptians called their river, “Iteru” or divinized “Hapy”, nevertheless the name by which we all know it today, the experts make it derive from the arabic word “nalah”, that means “valley” or river, although at the moment in arabic “river” is said “wadi”, for what I know, but well the point is that the Greeks, the classics, when they do not call it “Aegyptos” call it “Neilos”, from there “Nile”, without it is very clear who took the term from whom.

“Nilu” is the akkadian term for “flood”, a word that very well defines the behavior of the Nile before the construction of the Assuan Dam. It is necessary to remember that the Semitic languages originally only wrote the consonants, so the consonant root “nl” of the word “nalah”, makes the interpretation of its origin from arabic, since it is related with akkadian, perfectly valid, however, this precision probably allows to trace the origin of the word three thousand years at least.

Spain_2016: it is better the corruption we know than an administration we don’t know.

In life we can not let our guard down, but we can not live in a state of permanent alert. The equilibrium state doesn’t come standard, it is an effort that the individual himself must perform. I say this because normally we do not do it, I mean we often react in unconscious and disproportionate way to the challenges posed by the coexistence, a very important aspect of existence, since we live in urban centers: our behavior only takes center stage in front of our kind we do not mind in the least that a partridge or a wild boar watch us making a mistake or being a jerk, probably because we believe that we will not be judged.

I think it has to be the own architecture of the mental process which determines this fact, apparently the logic and feelings belong to different areas of the brain , so it is difficult to rationalize emotions, treat them with cold impartiality, separating them from ourselves, as when we make a calculation or we do a rutinary chore. The problem is that emotions can hardly be ignored and although they are there for something, often they get in the way: it would be more useful to contain them that to let them to drag us, but we normally realize this just later.

I’m not a fan of logic, I think the subconscious is hiding us something, we can intuit it. But I do not think that passion, fear, hatred or greed are good charioteers, especially because history and especially in this country, is full of tragic examples. What I mean is that the method of categorization or catalogation which we use regularly with others is disgusting, it stinks to prejudice, moreover almost always they are not even ours, but that we have imported them from media or any other source, such as family or friends; the fact is that most of the time, we do not judge, we prejudge. Prejudices are beings related with appearances, fortunately most of us know how tasty is the blue cheese, for instance, it shows we always have to deepen, not left alone with the aspect. But evidently if we think a little, the first impression never is enough, and you can only judge the tree by its fruits, as they say, we can speculate on the outcome through the appearance of its flowers for example, but we have no certainty until its condition becomes manifest. “To implement” is the basis of what we call “learning”, something we tend to forget.

It would have been particularly useful that we would have taken into account such considerations when choosing our political representatives, has been sad to see how has triumphed “it is better a known evil than an unknown good”, an example of stupid pun, elevated to the category of sacred gospel by the art of repetition and thus widely supported, for reasons perfectly unknown to me. Make no mistake, it is called fear and madness, panic maybe, because we have chosen to continue consuming a proven toxic product, rather than tasting a different one that no one has tried: we did not want to learn anything new because profit organizations have striven in to show that the deceptive color of the pistils and the sinister fragrance of the flowers of the unknown nefarious tree, resemble of those of a fossil, an extinct specimen, absolutely lethal course, which we only know by references in encyclopedias of paleobotanist.