Funny Words Maybe Words You Use

What word is a lot of fun to say?

In yoga, reclined Bound Angle Pose, also known as Reclined Cobbler's Pose, is called “Supta Baddha Konasana” (SOOP-tah BAH-duh cone-AHS-uh-nuh)It’s a Sanskrit word and fun to say, maybe because the SOOP part sounds like ‘whoop!’ and the “tah BAH-duh cone-AHS-uh-nuh” part sounds a bit like how you would describe a drum sound.The pose looks like this:

What song comes to mind when hearing the word 'maybe'?

MAYBE, BABY, Buddy Holly *** HERE’S THAT RAINY DAY, Nat King Cole (“Maybe I should have kept those leftover dreams”)***Maybe baby, I'll have youMaybe baby, you'll be trueMaybe baby, I'll have you for me (all for me)It's funny honey, you don't careYou never listen, to my prayerMaybe baby, you will love me some day (someday)Well, you are the one that makes me gladAnd you are the one that makes me sadWhen some day, you'll want meWell, I'll be there, wait and seeMaybe baby, I'll have youMaybe baby, you'll be trueMaybe baby, I'll have you for me (all for me)Da-da-ta-da-da-da da-da-daDa-da-ta-da-da-da da-da-daDa-da-ta-da-da-da da-da-daAhh-ahh-ahhWell, you are the one that makes me gladAnd you are the one that makes me sadWhen some day, you'll want meWell, I'll be there, wait and seeMaybe baby, I'll have youMaybe baby, you'll be trueMaybe baby, I'll have you for me (all for me)Maybe baby I'll have you for me (you're for me)Songwriters: Jerry Allison / Buddy Holly / Norman PettyHERE’S THAT RAINY DAY (“Maybe I should have saved those leftover dreams”)Maybe I should have saved those left over dreamsFunny, but here's that rainy dayHere's that rainy day they told me aboutAnd I laughed at the thought that it might turn out this wayWhere is that worn out wish that I threw asideAfter it brought my lover nearIt's funny how love becomes a cold rainy dayFunny, that rainy day is hereFunny how love becomes a cold rainy dayFunny, that rainy day is hereSongwriters: Robert Reynolds / Scotty Huff

Irony: What is something that is ironic, funny, but maybe a little disconcerting at the same time?

Words undo themselves. Once we understand how they do this we wonder how it is we can talk about anything.The primary examples of this problem are ‘everything’ and ‘nothing’. They are unified in ‘irony’. Here we have two subjective terms (which cannot possibly represent what they imply in any definitive sense) that are nevertheless made meaningful by a transcendent twist which hybridises them into a heuristic that reveals how relativity is rendered.It’s like the DNA of description - opposing strands whose bases complement each other in a manner that allows information to emerge in reproductive recursion.This means everything and nothing. It is the very shape of the words that work us out such that we can work things out in words.However, when we analyse this architecture we dissemble it. In that act its activity is ended - just as the dissection of some organism might end its life. When we attempt to fix some function most finally to some structure then we will see its purpose perish. Proteins denature in this way such that enzymes show no evidence of their previous purpose.So it is as we approach any singular solution. Consider the word ‘single’. How many meanings does it have? Does it denote an absolute identity or can it be applied to any thing at all? Both. It is one word that exemplifies example but which has infinite applications such that ‘one’ becomes ‘many’ and vice versa. This is how we gather groups and choose choices. Everything, nothing and anything can be ‘it’, and ‘it’ is only itself by definition. Similarly, ‘single’ is composed of two syllables, six letters, and functions as a noun whose verbal form can single itself out.See the irony? Of course not! Do you know the definition of irony? Whatever words one chooses will indicate it in invisibility. Irony is the sensible insensibility of all semantics - the thing that tells you that nothing tells you anything. The singularity whose plurality proves that the definition it destroys was actual after all.See what I am saying? Welcome to Semantic Despair (or Making Sense). The world is whatever you call it, but only because there is a name above all names.