{"id":10811,"date":"2015-10-16T10:26:59","date_gmt":"2015-10-16T14:26:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/admin.patheos.com\/blogs\/monkeymind\/?p=10811"},"modified":"2015-10-16T10:37:25","modified_gmt":"2015-10-16T14:37:25","slug":"words-just-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/monkeymind\/2015\/10\/words-just-words.html","title":{"rendered":"Word Play"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

\"narwhal\"<\/a>
\nAs a child I had a fascination with words. Just words. Loved them. I\u2019d go to the public library wherever we lived a number of times a week and visit the large Merriam Webster 2nd International Dictionary<\/a>, which almost always was set on its own stand in some place of honor. I\u2019d open it up on occasion looking for a word I\u2019d heard an adult use, but more usually just at random, and see what I\u2019d find. Of course one word would lead to another. I knew it was time to end when I came, as I invariably did, to the entry for \u201cNarwhal,\u201d the unicorn of the sea. I\u2019d look at the engraving, and then close the book and turn to whatever was next. <\/p>\n

I had no idea where that word play might lead.<\/p>\n

It was just fun\u2026<\/p>\n