She knew no words, none that he understood so she painted the sky with a myriad of shiny little dots. She pointed to one group after another, outlining the shapes; the horseman, the Bow, the Raging Bull—all symbolic of what she knew he had experienced…
He asked her to show him her emotions, and all of a sudden it grew chilly, then cold, and soft delicate white flakes began to fall from the sky. They swirled and danced even more gracefully than faeries or feathers. They came in such flurries that it was blinding.
No, outlines of people and war-things and rage…
Strange how this could be depicted in billowing snow…
Then he asked how she wanted things to be. Of a sudden, the sky became a deep deep azure blue. No wind, no cold, not too much heat; just perfection.
Then he asked how this could come to pass and she smiled in a malevolent way and then THUMPED him on the chest…
All of a sudden he was on fire, coughing and choking up blood…
And he infected everyone he met from that day forward.
So the stars show us how things are and where they might be.
The snow is her cold malevolent attitude toward all who trample and respect no one.
The Blue sky is the peace she craves.
And disease is her tool to accomplish it.
My wife challenged me to come up with fantastic explanations for:
What causes disease?
Why is the sky blue?
Why are there stars?
Why does it snow?
It was really fun.
Hope you’ve enjoyed it.