to the real purpose of capital letters? i think it was one of the very first plots of the beyond ancient, ancients...to make life more difficult than it has to be. sigh, and it became a pattern for humanity.
oral language always comes first and then the written word follows when someone with too much time on their hands starts goofing around with a charcol stick and a rock wall. and then the competition starts with each person who seeks to make it better by progressing from pictures to symbols to letters until finally the grammer kings and queens decide to prove how smart they could be. and before you know it you need a university degree, to write correctly what you speak in infancy.
we don't capitalize when we are speaking, we just say what we want to say and we don't visualize in our heads when we are hearing capitalized words either, we know from experience that a name is a name.
so now i have a reason for not capitalizing on this blog...it is not just about sheer laziness, it is a protest against doing something that makes something simple like speaking much more difficult just because some ancient smart person thought we looked more intelligent and impressive if the human spoken language was quite complicated when actually written down.
anyway, that is what i was thinking about this morning as a temporary work avoidence excuse.
these important thoughts all came about because i woke up to a huge mess of 10 pounds of flour, a open and scattered package of dried pasta, some tuna cans and other various things mixed well with someone's poop and pee... a certain under cupboard thief and mess maker is a very bad dog...clyde!