Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Saturday, February 29, 2020
RUDIMENTS ELEMENTS
RUDIMENTS, ELEMENTS.
Marks. Letters. Numbers. Drawing. Notes. Began someplace. Sometime. Somehow. Someones’ .
Connected marks communicate.
Connected letters spell words.
Connected numbers quantify.
Connected drawing makes art.
Connected notes make music.
Mankind says that it knows how , when, where, even among whom, these rudiments of letters, numbers, drawing, and notes were raised up, codified , quantified, connected in beautiful, useful , replicable forms.
Doubtless speech followed similar patterns of coherence , adherence.
Possibly repeatedly in the sojourn of mankind movements, encountering people; making marks upon earth for millions of years speech became a necessary element. Maybe indeed mankind itself manifested , infested on earth in similar millennial nature.
Perhaps as marks, letters, numbers, drawing, notes came, became, formulae, words, maths, art, music, and then other elements, rudiments came , became all that we now eat, sleep, do, say, make, teach, revere, play with, contemplate, there yet remains something else; infinitely things else, to arise for someones, somewhere, somehow, someplace.
Perhaps we are still rudiments in the process of becoming increments of a broader integumentary being that we abide within infinitesimally now.
Perhaps not.