Grounded

My white rabbit mind draws me into chatgpt doorways. A flight of questions akin to those we'd ask our mothers to answer as children. Who named the floor of the earth "ground"? A question I pondered years ago, logging into my discord account to share my thoughts with the exiled poets of dark poetry. Who stepped on the earth and stated "this is ground"? Who looked up at celestial space and stated "this is sky"? A barrage of words flooding my mind. I begin to question the source. Where do these words come from? Who created these? How did every single item on earth become named? Every living breathing creature, human, and plant? 
How far back can language be dated? Who knew colors, shades and delicate hues? When did we give word to color? Is it even a color or were we told this after people came together to discuss it first? What came first, Adam and Eve or the dinosaurs? Is herbology witchcraft if God said we were to help ourselves to that of the earth as he provided? Healing with plant life and sunshine. Meditation practices with eyes wide shut knowledge. A state where the eyes are closed but seemingly wide open beneath the lids. Where does our source of knowledge stem from? Was it the forbidden chapters buried within the Bible, written across the book of Enoch? How are persimmons and apples related? If as above so below scenarios fill the screen of my 👁️ iPhone...