I read that: the plural of plentitude, in a Julio Cortázar story. I loved the alliteration and the twisted meaning. There are times when words cannot justify or explain or express…they feel wholly inadequate to the task, or we fall short of the execution. The adjectives, qualifiers, punctuation and other modifiers that we employ to express the nuance- the wondrous, endless nuance of our lives and emotions in words, are endless. Any yet, the power that a simple word can hold is awing. If I tell you I love you, and it’s true- there’s nothing more to say.
That’s what I love the most about words – their stark powerful simplicity and their intense tangled complexity. Like people, no?