Shapes and other things to come
I can paint you a rainbow but I can’t promise you rain. I can predict trends but I can’t make a cloud.
I can spell “Plus Quam Imperfect” but can’t explain what it is. I can seed the present but don’t know what I will harvest in the future. I know that when I stop looking for something I see the most.
I n the middle of the pond floats an idea, floats hope, floats a body slipping into the future pushed by the currents of expectations.
Language is the agitator, the wind storm that pushes these waves of options onto the shore of possibility.
The hope is that someone will recognize their potential and seed them in fertile ground amongst a people who harvest wisely only what’s ripened to its fullest, most promising, nourishing to become rejuvenating ideas and to let the rest float back into the pond of life so they too can become the hope for better options in the best possible future.
copyright 2010 Richard Schemmerer
