The word of the week is:
- the most perfect or typical example of a quality or class
- a refined essence or extract of a substance, a thing in its most concentrated form.
- (in classical and medieval philosophy) a fifth and higher substance in addition to the four elements, thought to compose the heavenly or celestial bodies and to be latent in all things.
- (in physics) a hypothetical form of dark energy
Here’s an example from Amy Lowell in the poem The Boston Athenaeum:
So books give up the all of what they mean
Only in a congenial atmosphere,
Only when touched by reverent hands, and read
By those who love and feel as well as think.
For books are more than books, they are the life,
The very heart and core of ages past,
The reason why men lived, and worked, and died,
The essence and quintessence of their lives.
And we may know them better, and divine
The inner motives whence their actions sprang,
Far better than the men who only knew
Their bodily presence, the soul forever hid
From those with no ability to see.
They wait here quietly for us to come
And find them out, and know them for our friends;
Write for five minutes, using the word “quintessence” as frequently as you can. When you’re finished, post your practice in the comments section.
Also, extra credit if you use the word of the week in your daily practice!
They thought she was mad, well fodgits on their soul, she thought. Maybe she was the quintessential mad scientist, oh no not that, it hasn’t been invented yet. I am the quintessential old woman in the woods doing stuff, maybe stuff hasn’t been invented, oh pelleting deer, I am the quintessential witch.
She went back to the books, poring over line by line of dense latin script. She mumbled to herself, “certum est quia impossible est.”
She knew it was only a matter of time before she found the darkness, the quintessence, that the menfolk couldn’t. She would be known as Queen of the Dead, Queen of the Crows, Morrigan, Morgana. She would yield unknown depths of power against the men of this world, the rulers who sit on unjust thrones. She would be seen in many lives, in many times. She would rock this little planet, the quintessential evil alien.