Modern man refuses the science of etymology when it shows him what is intuitively obvious to his cognition: words are symbols constellated in the mind. The constellations are at bottom precise, but constellated differently, though similarly in each mind. Their lack of document-ability is at once his frustration and aversion to the superposition of symbols in abstract mental space, and their power; the power to drift meaning about, to ply the mind with adjacent symbols, to literally change minds, to project new meaning, to introject it, to embody it. This most powerful tool’s imprecision and precision wield far more power in their creation and modification of moral values via narratives and their morals —the ability to craft an ‘Ought,’ given subjective experience and narrative resonance between subjects— than science and its impressive but limited ability to declare what ‘Is.’ but Hume was deeply correct in his estimation: the former cannot be generated nor inferred from the latter. But the narrative, the narrative can move mountains—mountains in the minds of men; and how much larger a mountain can you conceive than any mountain that ‘Is?’