What's in a name.
I contemplated this matter yesterday, as I was hoping to add to my initial entry of two days ago; yet the words I sought, when I found a moment to write, would not accompany the time available.
Have they made an appearance today?
Perhaps. For the topic of 'words', 'names', 'titles' and the like is one I often ponder.
What's in a name? Is it the character of the thing one hopes to express? Or is it an empty shell desirous to receive the characteristics of said word? There is a penchant for believing today anything can be imbued with whatever characteristics a word may hold. For example, recently I asked the question, in reference to a collection of apples myself and another soul were perusing at the local market, "If one buys a 'Red Delicious Apple' and determines it not 'delicious' can they request the return of their money for the false advertising of promoting something that was nothing close to what it was stated as?"
Granted. This is a simplistic example for the truth I am attempting to convey; yet it still, it is an example of people using words to identify, rather than using words to reflect. I hearken back to my original entry, 'A writer must write; otherwise, how can he be called a 'writer'?'
So, what might any of this have to do with what I am attempting to convey here and now? Quite simply, it is the process of naming. When I made the decision to rejoin the blogosphere, with a renewed attempt to write in obedience to the vision, I began to ponder what name this renewed effort at writing should hold. I have never claimed any particular talent in conjuring names or developing titles. For the reasons already expressed, I cannot blandly toss any random word, or collection of words, onto a piece of writing I compose, believing it renders to that piece the substance my creativity sought. If I am writing about the blueness of the sky, how can I entitle such work the greenness of the grass.
Words carry meaning - or, at least, there was a day when they did. Today, I am not so sure.
Yet, for my purposes, I shall continue to strive labeling my work with names which reflect its meaning; hence the name of this blog, 'Observations and Opinions', as such is what it is: my observations of life and my opinions as to what those observations mean. In hindsight, my belated thoughts told me to name it with my standard moniker, wendallpauls, which would have been more on target, fully encompassing the intent of 'observations and opinions', as well as identifying those as my own. Nevertheless, it is what it is; and whatever is to become of it remains in the hands of God Almighty above. My call is simply to remain obedient to the vision and to write.
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