I should thank my mom (no eloquence here) for mistaking a word I said to her for something else. The doors opened to a new tunnel vision of thought! I was looking at rhyme. How petty, mean (in the original sense of the term), poor, kinky and maimed state of human misery is this rhyme!
Rhyme we love, rhyme we remember. Rhyme we chant, rhyme we mutter. Rhyme makes a blank thing into a herioc and a male ending into female one (and vice versa). But the roots of rhyme perchance lie in the evolution of man. Be not under the mist of confusion for I will not disclose here what I have found about the truth of the birth of rhyme. Take a hint, some food for thought: rhyme grew out of the inability of humanity, a disguise to hide the shame of inevitable human error.
Things Adil Writes 