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I didn’t choose it from a list. It emerged while I searched for a word for something English can’t say — the act of rediscovering awe. We only lost it in recent times. This word kept it, carried down more than a thousand years, meaning something a little different in every tongue that spoke it.
An old word for bright and clear.
Bright. Clear. Pure. The water before the city got to it. The mountain stream at first light.
Sire. Sovereign. A title earned by bearing, not by birth. The one who leads not because they were told to.
Poet. One who feels deeply. One who perceives what others walk past.
Protector. Guardian. Carried by families who stood at the edge of something worth keeping.
Rediscovering the feeling of awe. The meaning English has no word for. The one we only lost in recent times.
A word doesn’t last a thousand years by accident. This one kept its meaning across every border it crossed, and earned a new one each time.
The ibex carries it now.
Sure-footed where the air thins and the ground gives out, the ibex is the word made animal — a name for a disposition, not a demographic. For the ones who go, rediscover the feeling of awe, and bring a little of it back.
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