Good morning! Today we’re bringing back Word of the Day for good!

In honor of my Mexican & Greek roots and my favorite holiday (Halloween & Day of the Dead) coming up, we’re going to start with some macabre.

Thanatopsis [than-uh-top-sis] :noun:

Meaning: a view, contemplation, or meditation on the subject of death; also (initial capital letter, italics) a poem (1817) by William Cullen Bryant.

Synonyms: Lament, Dirge, Elegy, Requiem, Monody, Threnody, Epicedium, Coronach, Knell, Mourning

Etymology: Thanat(o) is the combining form of thanatos meaning "death" or “the personification of death” in Greek; opsis from the Greek óopsis meaning "appearance” or “sight."

See also Thanatos, Thanatology, Euthanize.

“Thanatopsis,” by William Cullen Bryant as printed by The Poetry Foundation

     To him who in the love of Nature holds    Communion with her visible forms, she speaks    A various language; for his gayer hours    She has a voice of gladness, and a smile    And eloquence of beauty, and she glides    Into his darker musings, with a mild    And healing sympathy, that steals away    Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts    Of the last bitter hour come like a blight    Over thy spirit, and sad images    Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,    And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,    Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;—    Go forth, under the open sky, and list    To Nature’s teachings, while from all around— Earth and her waters, and the depths of air— Comes a still voice—                                        Yet a few days, and thee    The all-beholding sun shall see no more    In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,    Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,    Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist    Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim    Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up    Thine individual being, shalt thou go    To mix for ever with the elements,    To be a brother to the insensible rock    And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain    Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak    Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.        Yet not to thine eternal resting-place    Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish    Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down    With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings,    The powerful of the earth—the wise, the good,    Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,    All in one mighty sepulchre.   The hills    Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,—the vales    Stretching in pensive quietness between;    The venerable woods—rivers that move    In majesty, and the complaining brooks    That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,    Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste,—    Are but the solemn decorations all    Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,    The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,    Are shining on the sad abodes of death,    Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread    The globe are but a handful to the tribes    That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings    Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,    Or lose thyself in the continuous woods    Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,    Save his own dashings—yet the dead are there:    And millions in those solitudes, since first    The flight of years began, have laid them down    In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw    In silence from the living, and no friend    Take note of thy departure? All that breathe    Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care    Plod on, and each one as before will chase    His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave    Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train    Of ages glide away, the sons of men,    The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes    In the full strength of years, matron and maid,    The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man—    Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,    By those, who in their turn shall follow them.        So live, that when thy summons comes to join    The innumerable caravan, which moves    To that mysterious realm, where each shall take    His chamber in the silent halls of death,    Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,    Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed    By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,    Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch    About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Stanovich (2009) coined the term „dysrationalia” to describe the inability to think and behave rationally despite having adequate intelligence. Similar to the examples in the introduction, the irrational beliefs often take form of the epistemically suspect beliefs (ESB

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Example: pick any Trumpian legal argument consisting of mostly nonsensical pretzel logic.

Meaning: Speaking in or characterized by a high-flown often bombastic style or manner.

Synonyms: Bombastic, Pompous, Highfalutin etc.

Etymology: Magnus means "great" in Latin; loqui is a Latin verb meaning "to speak." Combine the two and you get magniloquus, the Latin predecessor of magniloquent.

(n) particularly pertaining to fatigue or drowsiness, as when waking up after sleep

From the 1610s

Bonus:

from past-participle stem of Latin pandiculari "to stretch oneself," from pandere "to stretch" (from nasalized form of PIE root petə- "to spread").

Also eudemonic; from the Greek word eudaimonikos. First recorded usage in the early 1800s.

Bonus:

eu is a word forming element meaning “good, well”; originating from the Greek word eus

daimon is a transliteration of Greek daimōn, meaning “lesser god, guiding spirit, tutelary deity” (also related to demon)

Sources: www.etymonline.com www.collinsdictionary.com