“An Old Hermit”
Why do driftwoods fascinate us so much? A good question isn’t it?
Our ability to construct images from texture and patterns is a gift from God that has resulted in innumerable masterpieces throughout human history. It takes only a little nudge to shift the analogy towards another amorphous bodies that are known so well by people of all ages everywhere: Clouds!
For some, the ability to escape reality into a tunnel within our mind where things took shape infused by memory or hints of imagery from the past, is a good thing, a respite from the daily activities that sometimes pegs us into square holes — presuming we are the round.
“Ent War Council”
Is it then any wonder if we could conjure up a story from a flat image on the screen or paper? Ah, the mind is a terrifying thing. Long it maybe the pronunciation of a single Old Entish word, but longer still our memory stretched and morphed through the passage of time. What we remember today may not be what we were immersed in.
“Three Lonesome”
Even when we finally realized what was the meaning of life — in itself just as malleable as these driftwoods are in our minds, we are still no better than we were yesterday in predicting the future. The future… now that’s an awesome concept of “what shall be and what may come or become” that, my friends, is the question.
“Tangled”
In closing, the painted picture that lies before us are always one grasp away. We are better to sought after the transcendent rather than the transient in this world for much like these driftwoods, we all have our beginnings, we all have our share of tempest and mud and scorches that may or may not uproot us, and we all have a place to spend eternity from a fixed point. So beware, for the end of the ladder is as precarious as a single thread within a spider web. Tread lightly.
Thank you for spending a moment along with a scattered mind of a driftwood-like soul. Bare, and tangled.
