Okay . . . a gentle nudge from my editors; I'm past deadline. I ought to have my article on OPENING closed by now. Hmmm, opening, O-penings, O-pen-nings. Tap the keyboard of my trusty I-Pen and write something about O's. O ' Kay. As good a place to start as any, since O is whOle, without beginning, without end. So - sO - this is the 'story of O' which I've been tOld:
In Angelish (the O-riginal Language), O is one of the five Vow-Els, Vows of El or Promises of God - El being the name of God at the time our Western alphabet (El-phabet, or Elf-abet) was first written down. In Angelish, O is both the hOle and the whOle. The mOm, the mOther you never quite escape from and are always returning to. She is the Only One whO lOves yOu, and the tOtally Other, the shit-Outta-luck of that Open sewer yOu just fell intO. She is the Olde One, the Olde crOw, or crOne, or crOwning glOry of the wise One. Or clOwn of the Otherwise One. On the street she's the hO, the hOle you crawled out of on the way to finding your sOul. And she's the whOle you return to when your sOlO flight is over. Sometimes life is Oh sO satisfying, and sometimes it's One big Oh or Owie. Oh sO sOft or O sO cOld or O sO lOnely,, but it's always yOurs.
And did you notice at the end of that last sentence how that yOurs becomes Ours when you ask y (yours without y=ours) w're all part of the same whOle? It is always true in time: the hOur becomes the Our.
But we are not pursuing today the Y's (whys) which make us wise, but the O[s which are O-pennings of our sOuls. Let's go back to that first Okay, the point at which I accept my gentle reprimand from my editor. (EDITOR: EDIT my time better, OR find another magazine). O K. Somewhere in the O, or whOle of all that is, there is a K. In Angelish, K\'d5s are always keys. For one thing, notice the shape. Granted, the technology of door locks has advanced a bit from the 18\super th\nosupersub century when massive iron skeleton keys, shaped like K's, opened doors to bank vaults, castle treasuries and the bedrooms of beautiful ladies. But K's, keys, are always keys to openings. O-K? Make sense? And a K paired with an A rather than an E (O-Kay, not O-Key) invokes another of those Vows of El (vowels), the A. Which is always A creAtion. O kAy. God mAde heAven and eArth. (Though some might sAy he made the earth out of his A-nus; or A-in-us.)
Oh, Oh, or OOps, I keep letting other letters (letters; let-ers, givers of permission for energy states to take place) slip into our Ode to O. K's, Y's, A's - all part of the great O of the whOle.
Moving On, did you knOw that Angelish works in other languages as well as English? Let's take a favorite of mine, Hawaiian, since I lived some years in the Islands (I-lands). One of the catch-all words of Hawaian is 'ono'. Which means beautiful, perfect, tasty, sensational, ideal, a-Okay, etc. etc. How's the weather? Ono, bra! How's your wife? Ono, bra! How's the fishing? Ono, bra! I wen caught two ono (ono also being a favorite island fish). Picture this: a perfect surfing day. How's the waves, bra! Ono, bra, ono! Gliding like a bird across the tips of surging breakers . . . Oh-Oh - here comes that OOps again - first I caught the wave, then the wave caught me - now my nose is in the sand and 'ono' becomes O NO! OH NO NO NO . . . Ono, eh? The perfect lOOp -de- lOOp of life. OnO, bra.
Or let's take another Hawaiian word, Po. In Angelish (here we go again) P's are PoP-uP Pieces or Places of Plasmic Protean Po-tential. That which PoP's into being, or out of it. Just like you need a PoP to PoP the niPPer or moPPet outta mOm. P's can be apPPearing out of Potency, or P'5eeing and disaPPearing into imPotence. Here are two lines of the Hawaiian Creation Myth the Kumulipo:
Is Hawaiian linguistically related to English? If not, how is it that the Hawaiian Creation Myth (the kumuliPO) is a PO-em - a PO-etic emanation, or PO-emantion, that which comes from PO. The O, which then POPs into being. And creates the PO-et Tree of Life.
Oh groan, you may be saying by now. Groan? or grown? And what life ever was grown from woman without groans?
Okay, okay, oh well. O well. O well of O which is always O-Pen. Some mOre o' me favorite's:
Om - O M. O Mother, O Man, O Men, OMen, O aM, O Mmm. Oh, mmm, love it, O aM all that is.
Onion - there is no center to the onion. My search for myself goes on I on I on I on I on I on I on I on.
Oppose - O pose. To Oppose an Other is to tell him/her she is not necessary; yOu, and yOur Own wOrld, is cOmplete in and Of itself. nO-thing else exists.
Orgasm - nuke 'em? OR GAS 'M? Male destructive energy is explosive; female destructive energy implosive. When the Destroying Goddess has pulled enough of the world back into her vagina to be satisfied, She has her choice of how to break down the old forms before creating new ones. Freud never quite got this one: erOs (the life principle) is thanatOs (the death principle). Death is the hOle in the whOle.
Outsider - Outside Her (the mOther). Separation from Our One-ness.
Ownership - Own Air Ship. Own Heir Ship. It's all yours. You have inherited the wOrld. (Which will soon become the whirled; sOw the wind, inherit the whOrlwind.). Solo the airship, so low thee are shipped. For each life as the captain of another's fate, there comes a life as captive of another's fate.'
Oxymoron - oxy moron. Brilliant stupidity - the fate of all oxygen based life-forms (oxy-morons) who insist on burning themselves up in order to shine.
Is that enough nOW? (Remember - W's are double-you's; we couldn't have made our O whOle withOut each Other. O-kay?)
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