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How meaning is misconstrued or when words lose their meaning

Colors,
sounds,
smells,
adjectives.

There are words, like these,
that merely string a sentence together,
provide some sort of sense
where otherwise we might provide meaning on our own.

Often times, we provide the meaning even though the words are all in place
correctly,
arranged and spelled in a recognizable way
but then blue becomes a way of describing a mood,
and loud becomes something we see,
and rotten becomes a last name,
instead of the adjectives they are.
How come the "adjective" is actually a noun?

January 12, 2010
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