ac·ci·dence /ˈaksidəns/

Leaving aside that we are among the most spoiled and perhaps luckiest (at least on the surface) of the communities of Earthlings, I am grateful to be a native speaker and writer of English. What a royal pain it must be to try to learn it post-childhood. So deranged, arbitrary and variable in its structure. So much wiggle room.

What better playground for the writer and poet? Every English word is a toy for the imagination. No matter what I want to say, there will be a dozen ways to say it; each a different flavor.