So here I am again. I told you I'd be back. ^^ I try to keep my promises. I was just thinking the other day... about the word love... it should be such a pure lovely word. I find to my dismay that people often use it wrong... and that there is less meaning in it than there used to be. true it is capable of meaning a lot still... but I need a virgin word, something no one has ever used before, something meaningful. The word love means so many different things.
So I stayed up all night trying to think of this word. It should mean what love was meant to mean. Something pure and deep and meaningful. I hear that in other languages the words have a more defined meaning, that they are strong and descriptive.... I think that there should be a word like love... a new love... the oldest love. And in my search I knew what it should sound like but was at a loss. After describing the word to Rhett, my friend, without telling him of course what it meant... he gave me the perfect word. He is excellent with languages and words. He is a boy of words... almost as much as he is a boy of silence.
From now on, to me, this word will simply be called Tsi. A beautiful, tinkly, bright little word that I am sure will gain more meaning as it is used. And NO ONE will ever ruin it. Ever. Because it belongs to people who will use it the way it was meant to be said. It is the beginning of my new language.