My memories were taken. But does that matter? With the exception of the histories and magic, probably not. If the other people do not feel compelled to come into my life again and remind me, then the memories are likely best gone.
Vale: the world, or mortal or earthly life: this vale of tears.
I used to call one of my grandmothers muumuu. The other one I called Nani.
In Italian, nani means dwarfish or small person.
In Lele (Guinea), it means four.
In Romanian, it is a sound to lull to sleep (lullaby).
In India, grandmothers are often referred to as nani.
This is interesting because an anagram of Caren is Crane and it is said that the Cranes were chasing/hunting the little people. Another is carne (spanish for meat).
Carin can mean tobacco.
Weirdly, I had a best friend named Karin. BR and WHM both married Karens. And my sister’s bf parent was named Karen as was one of my mom’s friends.
In one language, the word means spy.
Looking back, I can see my former friend as a mimic. She would take my ideas of things to do and share them with her husband as her own. There was a great sense of ease and a sort of familiar dependency on her even though she did not bring much to the table for the friendship or in her personality. She was like a chameleon around people and would take on their traits and fill their needs but then one could watch her change with the social environment. The lull of social dependency is interesting since her name can mean lotus or water lilly. This is likely an association with the lethargic, narcotic effect of hanging out with a Karen or perhaps the sense of fun but then looking back and realizing she was just a reflection of you and did not offer anything but a warm body to hang out with at the time. Maybe I am just projecting my friendship issues onto the name but definitely look at the Karens, Katherines and Karas in your life.
The Karen[a] (/kəˈrɛn/ (audio speaker iconlisten) kə-REN), also known as the Kayin, Kariang or Kawthoolese, are an ethnolinguistic group of Sino-Tibetan language–speaking peoples. The group as a whole is heterogeneous and disparate as many Karen ethnic groups do not associate or identify with each other culturally or linguistically. These Karen groups reside primarily in Kayin State, southern and southeastern Myanmar. The Karen, approximately five million people, account for approximately seven percent of the Burmese population. Many Karen have migrated to Thailand, having settled mostly on the Myanmar–Thailand border. A few Karen have settled in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands, India, and other Southeast Asian and East Asian countries.
The Karen groups as a whole are often confused with the Padaung tribe, best known for the neck rings worn by their women, but they are just one sub-group of Red Karens (Karenni), one of the tribes of Kayah in Kayah State, Myanmar.
Karen insurgent groups, led primarily by the Karen National Union (KNU), have waged war against the Burmese government since early 1949. The original aim of the KNU was to create an independent Karen homeland called Kawthoolei, but since 1976 they have shifted towards calling for a federal system in Myanmar instead.
And, of course, over time, the oppressors can take on similar names as their victims to avoid distinction. It also can be an example of a word being given a meaning and then someone or a group trying to change it to a different meaning or similar sounding word. Like my Vana would be Eve’s Lana.
I will have to look into the Anatolian Carians.
The Latin root of Caren/Karen is Caro and that can mean tzarina, dear and beloved. It can also mean costly and flesh/meat.
- (literally) flesh, meat of an animal; pulp of a fruit
- (metonymically) soft part of a precious stone
- (figuratively) richness of discourse
The word has similar root to one that means to sheer or cut way. Of course, it can also mean wagon or cart (so vessel of transportation), to love/like or a walker.
While they have gotten older, neither men married to Karens seem particularly eager to do anything of continued importance with their lives. They seem dependent upon and verbally in love with their wives but also look miserable. Shadows of who they once were can be age but they seemingly do not have to work very hard or have any visible stresses outside of the norm. So one would question the apathy less than the look of agitation constantly on their faces and the appearance of misery. Something is not adding up. If you are happy as you say, why do you not look it? If you were the misanthropic/curmudgeons of yesterday, I would expect there to be more argument with people but they seem quite calm (except due to me) and getting along nicely with others. But then a picture is worth a thousand words.
None of this is terribly surprising when one sees that the planet of Xena is Eris (“goddess” of discord). While the name can mean hospitable, it can also mean stranger or guest. This also relates to the Eris story of not being invited to the wedding of the gods.It could be that Eris (who only appears in this story) was not a goddess at all but some other visiting entity who was then written into the Greek legends.
And speaking of the meaning of the name of another person from back in the day, where are your black cats?
Could this all go back to the selection process/trial/railroad when “Satan” wondered out loud what people would be willing to do for money? And when “he” said we would find out?
Perhaps that fleshy vessel is costing you more than you realize.