tales for dreamers: the writing on the wall

Wall.

Window.

You can argue all you want over the semantics.

But the words are on the wall-sized window.

Which means the writing is on the wall. Even if it is made of glass.

Everyone agrees the words make up some kind of a prophecy. A foretelling of the future.

But the words are all jumbled, and no one can quite agree upon what the correct prediction is.

There are predictions of mean gardens with enormous petals and forest shadows. Of dream skies and sun juices. Of honey friends and light roses. 

None of these make any sense. But if you can twist your thoughts and imagination in just the right way, they might begin to make sense in some weird, eccentric fashion.

Some folks find it amusing, this strange jumble of words. They stand for a few moments, admire the artist’s imagination — it is a work of art, after all, isn’t it? — and carry on with their busy days and their busy lives.

Others are terrified. They drown in fears of what the future might bring.

Only a few know that you can move the words around to string them in any way you please. They are the ones that control the future.

Last week's image info: The 'talking heads' grace the window sill of a room in Nelson High School, right here in Burlington. If you stand outside the window and try to make conversation, they will respond to you, I promise. 😉