Definition: Too odious or unspeakable to be mentioned.
Directly from Latin.
Why this word?
I do not personally believe anything to truly be “infandous”.
I have no religion. I’m not a spiritual person, aside from recognizing human sense and the natural balance of things. In a way, this lack of personal adoption of a doctrine sometimes makes me feel sort of invincible– I can speak. I can question, and I can learn from the answers I receive. I can interact with my world in the most straight-forward way that human beings are especially evolved to know.
The act of talking aloud about your problems makes them seem smaller and easier to handle. When a person keeps their worries inside and mulls over them within their head, they’re not utilizing their gift of aural understanding of verbalized speech. Speaking out loud channels the nebulous, intimidating cloud of emotion– that mindless, instinctual animal that lives in all of us which will not submit so easily to being pinned by words –into the tangible building blocks of ideas supported by sentences, and the logical connections that language creates.
This essential trait of human understanding is so intrinsic in our common development that the ideas of “names are powerful, words are magic” have been woven into the folklore of almost all peoples from all corners of the planet. Just about every culture has some version of the story of learning a fairy/spirit’s true name, and gaining power over the entity.
Words are power; language is power. We gave names to the things that terrified our ancestors, and explained how ignorance of said things only breeds more fear in them. We named the boogeymen, and we explained why we were scared. Eventually, the fears began to dissolve.
If you think about it: In extended essence, we are doing ourselves an evolutionary disservice when we refuse to talk about something scary, or painful, for fear of being hurt further (or at all.) Why have words if we’re too intimidated to use them?
For a better example (if I’m being too vague)–
Harry Potter refused to dance around speaking of the subject of the evil who murdered his parents, and he refused to buy into the fear that evil used to control his country by not saying “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named”. Harry said “Voldemort” when he meant to say Voldemort. He made himself learn the taste of the name that identified the awful creature that wanted him dead, and he became immunized to the poison that that name’s very idea kept as a threat against every other witch and wizard around him.
Destiny, or the result of predetermined prophetic fate, or not– Harry Potter chose to use the name of the thing that threatened his world and those he loved. He didn’t hide behind the horrifying idea of the name’s presence, like the Death Eaters wanted everyone to do. Harry forced the beast to take back its name, and in doing so, began to recognize his adversary as a real, manageable opponent, instead of the infallible terror that Wizarding Britain thought they hid from.
Yes, I chose the word “infandous”, but only because I want to debunk the idea of what it could represent.
Never be afraid to speak. Never give something so much power over you that you can’t breathe in the tiny bit needed to even whisper that monster’s name. Fright should not rule your lungs. You have a right to breathe in peace.
“Fear makes the wolf look bigger. Speaking up in spite of being terrified, however, is what pulls out its teeth.”
How would you use this word in a sentence?
Example: “The infandous evil that hovered over the town and threatened their every step turned out to only be a short megalomaniac in a cheap suit with a magic rock. He was nothing at all like the nightmare the townsfolk had driven themselves into fearing.”