You know how I like to insert hyphenation marks in words, so you'll understand my dilemma when I broke up the term "recognize". Re-cog-nize. This morning I decided to zero in on the "cog" part and typed that into Google, which led me to Wikipedia at the link below:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cog
Wikipedia announces several times that clicking on that link will bring you to a "Disambiguation page". It list the many possible ways the term "cog" might come into play. I guess the way I use it most of the time is in it's role as "a gear". A little cog on a big wheel. It rotates faster the closer the cog gear is to the hub. If the pioneers would have just known about electrical generators, they could have geared one up to those big wooden wheels on the Conestogas and stored all the electricity they would have needed to keep a light burning all night long. The Indians, of course, would have been flabbergasted and dismissed them as nuts.
I'm wondering if the intention of the coiner of the term "recognize" was referencing gears? Mankind has known about cog wheels for a long time. I wonder which came first. The cog wheels or the idea of what they ground out as potential. I'm thinking now of the act of recognizing something as an event in which gears are re-engaged. Like when something you witness reminds you of something, and that something it stimulates is some kind of mental wheel turner. It reconstitutes the necessary ingredients from the cosmic soup and gives them temporary individuation, but only as dependencies.
"-nizing" has gotta be about negation, not Miss Manners. Maybe it's about dissolution. Potential that dissolves when it's not constantly directed. Mind-ed. Tend-ed. Dissembled. Reformulated from a dissembled non-state of non-being. Binary disambiguation? Ideas from the Id. Ideation. All things possible without restraint. Without interference from the Ego. Without the imposed moral and ethical control of the Superego. Raw possibles on the half-shell... My Fair Lady.
Self-forming. Self-articulating elements without a cause moving in haphazardous patterns that have no one ho-me or purpose. They are legendary for gathering around the fire and re-cog-nizing.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
