My first post “Inenarrable” speaks to the purpose, and in many ways this blog is about you..

“Inenarrable” is a word that describes something that can not be described in words.

It rounds up nameless orphans to give them depth and meaning. It is Adam in the Garden, studying each new thing ensuring that nothing is free of weight and purpose. It is proof that the world is not flat, that water can be turned to wine, that the dead can rise, that anything is possible, that in context everything is relevant.

This word is not a dragnet for sundry uncared for thoughts and ideas, skeletons bleaching in the sun. It is a poet sifting through a near infinite vocabulary, dusting off words, reaching high up on dimly lit shelves. It is an apothecary concocting the most precise and critical potion. Not just any name, word or pigment will do for just any masterpiece.

Importantly, it describes things not truly incapable of being described; but too lazily, perhaps hastily cast aside in favor of easier, more brightly colored fare with more readily identified shapes and sounds with singular themes. Its very definition is flawed, and begs a rebranding from “can not” – as if the problem is the unnamed thing’s stubborn resistance or inability to be named – to instead reflect that such a thing simply “was not” named. The word is itself proof of the possibility, standing as the ultimate paradox.

This word is proof that we are complex, inherently and in our interactions; to be described in equally complex ways, interested in equally complex things, and varied.

I have just told and described to you who I am. I have just told you about my blog.