Ether in the 17th C was everything between things. I heard the title phrase somewhere, noted it, and forgot where I heard it*. Well, it’s noted again, for whatever it’s worth. Is this ether more like the sunlight or the shadows? Still pondering…but not tremulous (timid, nervous, shaking, or quivering) in the pondering.

* Yeah, should have noted source as well as phrase. My bad.

This entry was posted in anthropology, language, personal on Monday, 4 June 2018 at 9:53 pm.
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