Will I proceed?

This is just a start to what I think might be an immurement of thoughts, from incidental emotions to perdurable beliefs, that I might want to look upon in moods of pensiveness to jubilate over what have occurred in me.

Dianthus (dios - God and anthos - blossom in Greek) is a flowering plant found in Europe, Asia and Africa, one species of which is called the carnation (supposed to have originated from corone - flower or carnis - flesh). Carnations have been cultivated at least ever since Jesus was born. Their pedigree dates to the flower garlands in Greek ceremonial crowns.

Carnations have a great degree of symbolism and sentiments attached with them - from Roman weddings to Korean horoscopes to Portuguese revolution to Oxford University till William Mckinley, the 25th President of the United States. But the most familiar of them is the representations of their colours - light red carnation depicts admiration, dark red symbolizes deep love and white, pure love. Green limns joy while purple indicates capriciousness. Pink carnations have the most historic significance - according to legendary fables, these sprung up from the tears of Virgin Mary as Jesus carried the cross, so pink has now evolved to represent undying love.

I found carnations to be special as I skimmed through wikipedia, so I named my blog as carnations and the blogspot link as dianthus.