[and now for something
completely different.]:

words are made up things, invented to allow the variously banded, sand-branding,

ashes to dust primates to communicate.  their meanings and usages change over time,

keeping up with the drifts and fads of said humans, eventually evolving into something

else.  this is why many of us no longer speak old proto~Indo-European.

reflecting time itself, language is deceptive.  for it seems to be stable, but is, in fact,

always on the move.  unlike, say, notions of rightness, no matter what the dictionaries say.

many authors, such as Toni Morrison, William Faulkner, and myself, invent new words

as they go along.  for example, by turning a noun into a verb, trusting that their readers

will lift meaning from its wafted or uncrypted, sifted drift.

when a word is frequently used incorrectly in a certain place, and people in that place

wish to be understood, by electing to use the word incorrectly they are, in fact,

communicating correctly.

viewed in this light, these made up word things, might only be said to be "right"

when the meaning a speaker wouldst convey arrives in the brain, sparks the spirit,

or tickles the heart of a fellow listener.

and all the rest about wrongs and rights,
in this grasp of non-conformist lights,

whether concisively divisive,
defensively pretensive,
or raps from the stencil
of knowings' tinseled glow,

amounts to naught
but the 'ought to' haute
of verily much ado

over emphatically static,
pedantic semantics.

- Evan Hawthorn
(that wily elf, himself)