016 Blue Brainchild
Her half hidden smile is enigmatic, like the Mona Lisa’s. And so is the painting. Could her neck be the trunk of another tree? A green tree? If the tree is her brain, it is out of her head. If the tree is not her brain, is the blue tree her brainchild? Looking on this enigma, I am reminded of the inexplicable mystery and wonder of each individual and recall C.S. Lewis’s words,
There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations — these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit , , , ,
from Weight of Glory by C.S. Lewis
It is immortals whom we seek to understand — and that includes ourselves.
