The word with the greatest number of definitions is "set", according to the Oxford English Dictionary. The definitions and of "set" number more than 60,000 words. The vastness of "set" includes meanings ranging from mathematical collections, television equipment, athletic readiness ("ready, set, go!") hardening concrete, breasts, predetermined arrangements, the act of placing something down, etc., etc., etc. As what "set" means depends on context and relationship, "set" is virtually always simply understood; though not in all ways. Yet, a complete understanding of "set" would be overwhelming, as "set" mirrors the complexity of completeness itself. ...

The hierarchy of males in a family: The one below you is a boy. Your equal is a bro. Your superior is a motherfucker. When a boy is treated like a boy, that's a test. If he accepts poor treatment, he can best aspire to be a bro. If he fights back against the taunts, he's showing signs he can be a motherfucker. After enough fights, he has proven his genes, easily attracting girls. He's the motherfucker....

The Everything is the ever-thing. The invisible Soul is the ever, eternal. The tangible now is the thing, temporary.   The Soul is before and after the now. As before and after are indistinguishable, they are sole: one. The Soul sees the now as one thing, the manifestation of the Soul. Yet, within the now are an infinite number of everchanging things.   The Soul is the inside of a circle. The now is the outside. While seemingly mutually exclusive, they are mutually dependent as one cannot exist without the other. Together, they are the ever-thing.   The Everything is also the ever-y-thing, or ever-why-thing. The eternal question is "why does the now thing exist?" There is no why, as all there is is the ever-thing....

Before and after the now, I am what I am. In the now, I am who I am. What is the unmanifested, potentially every thing. Who is the What manifested by the breath of life. In the circle of life, I am eternally What and temporarily Who. The sound of Who is made by shaping our mouth into a small circle and thrusting the air from our lungs to fill the now with our presence....