During my readings today, I found two instances of eunoia in sentences. I’ve seen plenty of beautiful thought in my lifetime, but today is the first time I saw the encapsulation of it in that word: and to have seen it twice in seemingly disconnected places no less!
I’ve heard that a word can be made one’s own by using it three times in a sentence. I’ve also heard that as soon as you publish your words, they’re not yours anymore.
What’s the word for growing increasingly anxious? I had to refer to my copy of Kant on The Critique of Judgment to remind myself of the word for the antonym of ridiculous just so I could satisfactorily conclude this without expending the content.