aS Is A pRoBLeM

As a word, “as” does not really have a meaning by itself.

And this puzzles me. Because if you stare at the word “as” for a very long time, it starts to look completely nonsensical.

Especially if you have to copy hundreds of similes… as white as snow, as dead as a doorknob, as blue as the sky, as cool as a cucumber, as happy as can be, as dark as the night…

“as” is a strange word. Without any counterparts, it seems meaningless. “as” needs to feed off other words before it takes on any meaning.

Like a parasite.

Yet we continue to use it. For as long as we like.

Because, at some deep underlying subconscious Freudian unconscious not-available-to-the-naked-eye level, we are all parasites feeding off one another.