English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary,
rhymes easily; home in song, psalm, prose … or … poetry.
The richest tongue (by word count) owes its extreme mega-wealth to heavy
borrowing from other tongues … and His timing … uncanny.
To wit: There are more English-speaking Chinese than, seemingly incredibly,
Americans. More Chinese than Americans know a twit … from a tweet.
Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Twits are taunts. To twit is to titter, or taunt. Hmm;
why then Twitter, not Tweeter … in nonfiction?
Why Twitter and not Tweeter, albeit, an intriguing riddle isn’t the point. In surreal nonfiction, more intriguing is Twitter’s … algorithm.
Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. It may be, in scientific nonfiction, a step-by-step set of transformative, operations.
A set of transformative, operations; such is AN ATLAS, POETIC. For therein, in surreal nonfiction, an Angel-Trainee … pleads for … evolution.
‘Tis evolution and not devolution that He would have for us, imparting to Hopi petroglyphs fateful meaning, in
#twitterfictions … ironic.
For He is the great author of this grand morality play and of all of the subplots in
#twitterfiction, too, He oh so grandly … has written.