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This word, originally in Latin as lost has transitioned to forever damned. Interesting that Spanish with perdido has retained the sense of its Latin mother.
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Re: perdition
Indeed perdido means lost in Spanish. Perdition also means the state of being lost in English. This is, I suppose, a Christian theological word.
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Re: perdition
Its also used for less eternal forms of torment."the office political gauntlet was perdition."
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Re: perdition
There is a succinct little poem whose last line is "Perdition!" I can't find it. Can anyone help?
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Blind Love's Perdition
In blind love, there’s one piece of your soul
That you never think twice of willingly giving.
Then there is the final medieval conclusion
That you only understand when you're no longer living.
And after the labyrinth disappears – all and nothing remain
The cold truth wakes up the sleeper!
You wander in the woods of second chances, finding ease,
But the price of love never gets cheaper…
And when your poor head becomes the bicycle wheel
How does it know when it should stop spinning?
And if your eyes cannot read a truth written in gibberish
How can you argue with life that death is not winning?
As the story ends, tragedy sprouts from the bud of utopia;
The thorny flower reminds the dreamer of his poisoned ambition.
Slowly, the world, from a globe, a cliff it turns
And the insomniac stumbles into the abyss of his chosen perdition.
In blind love, there’s one piece of your soul
That you never think twice of willingly giving.
Then there is the final medieval conclusion
That you only understand when you're no longer living.
And after the labyrinth disappears – all and nothing remain
The cold truth wakes up the sleeper!
You wander in the woods of second chances, finding ease,
But the price of love never gets cheaper…
And when your poor head becomes the bicycle wheel
How does it know when it should stop spinning?
And if your eyes cannot read a truth written in gibberish
How can you argue with life that death is not winning?
As the story ends, tragedy sprouts from the bud of utopia;
The thorny flower reminds the dreamer of his poisoned ambition.
Slowly, the world, from a globe, a cliff it turns
And the insomniac stumbles into the abyss of his chosen perdition.
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Re: perdition
I like the poem too, William. It's a little quirky, but then the topic probably is best handled by quirkiness.
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