I am fascinated by the ancient roots of words. It always seems, to me, that they are very beautiful mysteries hidden expertly within the everyday. The word "enthusiasm" is my favorite. It stems originally from the Greek word éntheos, meaning possession by a god. It was corrupted down through Latin, then French, and into English, where it means "absorbing or controlling possession of the mind by an interest or pursuit," which is notable — of course — because the idea of possession remains.
Ecstasy is also interesting. It comes from Greek éxstasis, meaning displacement. And it has come to mean a frenzy or enrapturing of emotion or inspiration so complete as to displace the concious mind.
The month of May, even, comes from the Greek for Maia's month, Maia who is one of the Pleiades and the mother of Hermes.
Which just means, I suppose, that myth lives in silent depths all around us.
Join me for a cup.