Don't worry about me, I'm fine
The other day I got caught speeding and I got a fine for fifty bucks
The ceremony went in a fine manner
I am so happy that I was raised learning English. I imagine it would be a nightmare to try learning it as a second language. I wouldn't be venturing too far to say that half of our grammar handles the irregular rules. Then there is our vocabulary, strewn with words with unconnected meanings. English is such haphazard language, but this mess of a language somehow forms some of the finest works of literary art.
"Fine" is a four letter word. A simple, easy to say word yet its definition could range from penalty to good health. Are the definitions really so strange from one another? You would think that a penalty has nothing to do with good health. Think a little outside the box and it isn't quite so. A fine, a penalty, means you must pay something to makeup for a mistake or misdoing. You pay for the wrongs to make them right. In other words, you pay a fine to make things fine. How about "fine" in the sense of elegance or thinness; How do they connect to the rest of its definitions? Elegance is having dignified grace or clever simplicity. One has to be in good health to let their elegance be on best display. Thread and letters can be fine, as in sheer and thin. These flimsy appearing things, that "fine" commonly describes, are elegant as they usually are involved in a liberal art.
Just a little thought filler for you.
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