On Titans and Delights The song “My Delight” isn’t on Spotify. We sang it for worship, and it was the first time I’d heard it… it goes something like… okay, now my brain is forgetting everything upon forcing myself to recall. Oh no I’ve got one line – “You are my delight.” There's something so delightful about the word delight… and I delight in these tutoring sessions with my seventh-grader even if it may not seem like outward delight or of any happy, loud delighting of the sort. Delights can buzz, within us, humming in our bodies, encased in skin, bone, and blood, and the soundproof of fat and flesh, safely stirring down there, under these many layers that keep them safe and sound from the outside where it could all float away. I guess now that made me think about the body housing little people, and then of titans, and imagining the citizens in the show, using a dead or statued titan as a small city or building… I have no idea how that would happen, but I guess it makes sense, since in the story, they have the power of solidifying themselves to stone, even if they are still alive underneath… Don’t worry if you get off topic! That’s the first rule to delighting. It’s a delight in itself, to wander with thought – to write – de-lighectible! A new word! You already know what I’m gonna call it.