I think about words all the time.
It’s the crux of my thinking, where things cross. They bridge, they verge, they come back, they go forth.
It’s where the light of my mind is held, that holding place of idea and imagination.
Light in the crux, split in the path:
â€œIncandescentâ€ came into the English language toward the end of the 18th century, at a time when scientific experiments involving heat and light were being conducted on an increasingly frequent basis. An object that glowed at a high temperature (such as a piece of coal) was â€œincandescent.â€ By the mid-1800s, the incandescent lamp â€” a.k.a. the â€œlightbulbâ€ â€” had been invented; it contains a filament which gives off light when heated by an electric current. â€œIncandescentâ€ is the modern offspring of a much older parent, the Latin verb â€œcandÄ“re,â€ meaning â€œto glow.â€ Centuries earlier, the word for another source of light, â€œcandle,â€ was also derived from â€œcandÄ“re.â€
Heading to nyc, this morning.