And they make up the entirety of our conversational rhetoric.
Scramble them around and there’s a sentence. Keep doing that and a paragraph is formed. The only difference between the old ones and the contemporary ones is choosing word #118 rather than #12. Pick them at random . . . still there will be nothing new.
Writers have said there’s a total of about eight concepts or bases for a story. Boy finds girl, girl leaves – etc., etc.
There is nothing new except what has been forgotten. We become experts at rearranging just to keep things from going completely stale.
And some of us try to address things that are ineffable. (Incapable of being expressed in words). We can explain a building in words, but how do you convey a subtle feeling to someone else?
Enter – the words with no definition; Magic, Infinite, limitless and the list goes on. Shuffle them together with the original 200. It creates nothing more than a make-believe fantasy land. And each person who acquiesces to writing about this impossibility does so with nothing but a sliver of a haphazard overlap of their life with the Infinite.
Yes, there is the impossibility of the quest. But here’s the thing . . .
there is nothing that even comes close to being as worthy an adventure as trying to express the Infinite.