Regal. I’ve heard — and read — that word a fair amount lately. Enough that I got to wondering what exactly constitutes regal.
The definition is kind of vague . . . and tautological. Royal, befitting a monarch, resembling a queen or king.
These are from the best dictionaries in the world. Some of the lesser known dictionaries are a bit more helpful . . . magnificent, splendid, stately . . . but that’s also not very helpful. I mean, if I take all of those definitions and examine them, they either relate to how one looks — basically, the suit makes the man (or dress makes the woman) — or to an accident of birth.
I suppose that’s enough for some people. I’m impressed by neither. In fact, I’m the opposite of impressed; the term regal doesn’t seem to speak to character at all. Like, it doesn’t mention honor, wisdom, honesty . . . you know; stuff I consider important.
One online dictionary mentioned dignity. But, that term is not owned by any given station in life. I’ve seen people with dignity in all social and economic strata . . . except, at the top.
You see, that’s the thing; the reason I’m not impressed with titles; the reason people flaunting titles receive so little respect from me . . . it’s because so many don’t live up to the title other than in appearances.
And that’s not worth (a commoner’s) spit.
And now, the photo
That’s a nice piece of wood and I almost processed it in color, but then I had this wild impulse to go B&W.
Not sure why. Perhaps because the color version looked a little fake. Yes, I know it’s decorative, but still . . .
Once I saw it in B&W — something I did on a whim — there was no question of using the color version.
And now, the cartoon . . .
We — Melisa and me — play “last piece” at our home . . . except Melisa plays to lose. She will absolutely not eat the last piece of anything. I have to believe that if I left a piece composed of a single atom, we’d have a nuclear explosion in our hands. And, no, I’m not prepared to test that.
I pulled up a bunch of doodles I did some time ago. Not saying they are great, but I hope to make up for the lack of greatness by giving them unique and memorable names . . . this one is . . . Constipation – Not Pretty But Colorful.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
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