THE MEANINGOF MAKING_ METAPHOR 

 

The World is a garden that needs tendering, cutting back and dead-heading to grow back healthily in colour.

 

The night is a midnight blue, claimed black so as not to be white, but really day and night are a rainbow of all colours.

 

Food is a delicacy not only known for its use as fuel but its promise in its quest to satisfy our palette of colour.

 

Daytime is not only a conquest for work but a long drawn out game of chess re-positioning people to pick and choose what they believe is the best answer to a conundrum only their king or queen knows the answer to in colour.

 

Sleep is only a rest before waking up to another sun filled sky, a parked car before motoring along to the shower, breakfast table and office as fast as colour.

 

The parallel of metaphor brings us meaning to the everyday, and beyond that; those things that are Godly.  One of the most famous book titles in the world: Maya Angelou’s – ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’, tells all.  To kill those who just want to sing to release, and to emancipate from the dichotomy of the deluge of prison, government chains and religious vows, is a necessity known to humankind ever since the days of slavery.

 

We rise in order to find grace in our souls.  We steep ourselves in reverance in order to find mightiness in our colours.

 

We are becoming metaphors for life as ourselves, because we call to claim a reverential creative mind and heart into the fray.

 

We need an ecstasy of a sublime nature to alleviate past pain and struggle.  One breath in, and out for past pain, one breath in, and out for present challenge, and one breath in, and out for future love and success.

 

We are deranged if we do not believe we can feel good all the time, overcome any fallacy, of not being ourselves, of not being heavenly.  We are mutilated when our metaphor has no cognition, our nightmares, our downturns, our minds deceit to see if one can cope, with the trick we play on ourselves.

 

We have become, we are united, and as a nation we shall go on bringing new virtues to the surface.  Like colour is just frequency, we are absorbing other colours to reflect the one we have.  We are neutral because we are game theorists, so we play our sides down.  We are plausibly famous, because we are heard, we have the right to vote, and become stars on our shopping expeditions.  We are a species, namely – ‘homo-sapien’ the only one, many, but few in difference.  We all know what is good, what is good for us, what we are capable of, but we just slight to turn our attentions to different kinds of vices, ideas or energies.

 

We focus on one kind ourselves.  That is not to say we are not misesteemed or correct in our virtues or play, we just follow our noses a lot to find the next curtain call, the next open and closure. 

 

Open and closure of the curtain brings us to the theatre and its metaphor for life; for while Shakespeare said: ‘The World is a Stage, and we Entrance and Exit’, what he forgot was the fact that the stage is different for everyone and not only that but the stage is different within every millimetre of itself. It is moving all of the time, with energy and changes in the environment, just as the planet moves, ever so slightly.  We are never with the same particles, the same oxygen, exactly the same plants and trees.  Everything is growing, moving, and changing colour, reference, and ageing.     

 

So what has not changed for us not to notice?

 

There is a pang, a smell that keeps coming across, an image, a taste, a touch, through memory, and existence, and that is where metaphor cuts us short.  If the image was not good the last time we were there (no props), or the cushion covers were died from the sun then we lose some faith.  However that is exactly the point a metaphor is created from our senses, to describe what we don't like.

 

What to do?

 

In essence we can scrub the last time we visited El Gancho’s and remember: what it is about and why it is there?  We will find a whole host of reasons to re-associate ourselves with somewhere, and find a fresh reason to re-visit with those we didn’t enjoy it with. 

 

So we have learnt that our differences in aesthetics, codes of dress and attitudes are benign but our metaphorical interpretations are different, which in fact is somewhat our attitude.  We can come across haphazard, eloquent or gracious, we probably have just played out a metaphor in our heads of being like someone or recalling someone we know to our minds.

 

Are we all actors at play?

 

We take it in turns to stamp our metaphor for the present on the World constantly thinking of the future.  Contemplating on the past and creating a state of mind, an attitude of metaphor for how business is run, media depicts us and life enthralls. 

 

In taking our turn to stamp our metaphor, we are also creating a network of other metaphors around us in order to give off a certain karma.  

 

The woods are always seen as a dangerous place for a child, but are in fact the best place for a child to be.  Death, and the fear of, mean someone coming soon to pass away will be better dying than holding on for dear life.  Filters mean we can become death defying or death defied; scared of the woods, or more likely for the woods: animals scared of us. 

 

In essence there should always be no fear, and as a conqueror I find myself constantly pushing for fear in order to overcome it, whether it is getting up with a headache or doing this seasons black run.

 

 

Colour

 

We have touched upon colour a great deal because colour is light, and our inner light: our inner attitudes, our likes and dislikes, our senses are metaphor, just as aura is a real yet intangible metaphor for us.  Therefore the spirit world is a reflection and metaphor for the world.   Everything, you, I, us, God, The Big Bang, come from light.  Therefore ‘Colour and light are metaphor’©.

 

Once there was a time of black and white TV, difficult to imagine as Armageddon becomes our teetering drink session/ Edge on seat satire/ or/ Past quip ‘As if?! Comedy!’

 

Colour means something is absorbed and something is reflected.  Therefore a mirror or 'reflection is metaphor’©, whereby we see the alternate vision not what everyone else sees.  Always remember you are not a true likeness in a mirror but a split exact reflection L to L, R to R, just as a metaphor is not a literal likeness.

 

Where does this lead us?

 

If we are a reflection we have to be able to see it, or at least according to homo-sapien rules, sense it.  What is a blind man’s metaphor?  For example an apple may be the head of a split pin ready to divide to hold together his mind before the doctor asks why can’t you see?

 

There are many interpretations of reflection and that is exactly what it is.  Something is absorbed, the object, in this case the apple, and something is reflected, the pin as the apple.

 

 

Glass

 

There are thousands of metaphors for glass.  Such as the ‘eye of god’©, the oceans, skyscrapers, etc., etc.

 

Glass though means we have transparency, and in a million grains of sand there is not even one glass, so why do we have to heat it up so high to make it transparent?

 

Is it combustion?

 

It is, but it becomes an amorphous solid, with some internal properties like a liquid yet solid.  This is a metahpor for metaphors themselves but physically true and therefore not a metaphor itself.  When a metaphor derives from something and is then re-interpreted it becomes like an amorphous solid.

 

If we were to heat up atoms to higher temperatures and make an atomic liquid from stone, would it be clearer? Stronger? More dynamic?  We know from literal metaphor the smaller the metaphor, i.e. the more similar it is, the less impact, so we would have to melt rocks to make a worthy new material.

 

 

Church

 

The Church initiates baptisms, anointments, weddings, etc. under the title: RELIGION.  But really these are real situations based on the biblical stories as opposed to the Jewish Torah that uses Genesis to create and to believe in God.  If Jesus was God incarnate then he left a story to live by for those who believe in him.  Was he absolute though?

 

Jesus said things, such as:

1.    ‘Be quiet!’ ordered Jesus.  ‘And come out of him!’  (Mark 1:25).  To an unclean spirit.

2.   ‘Don’t stop him,’ replied Jesus.  ‘Anyone who isn’t against you is on your side.’  (Luke 9:50).  To someone casting out demons in his name in response to John’s concern.

3.   ‘The time has come’, said Jesus in reply.  ‘This is the moment for the son of man to be glorified.  I’m telling you the solemn truth:  unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains all by itself.  If it dies, though, it will produce lots of fruit.  If you love your life, you’ll lose it.  If you hate your life in this world, you’ll keep it for the life of the coming age.  If anyone serves me, they must follow me.  Where I am, my servant will be too.  If anyone serves me, the father will honour them.’  (John 12:23-26).  When Philip and Andrew tell Jesus some Greeks had come to worship at a festival.

 

According to Genesis, Light and dark were conceived on the first day, and the firmament of heaven by the second; then  came Earth/Sea, seed and fruit; light between day and night according to the heavens; then came animals, fish and birds; and man and woman in Gods kind, with seeds and meat as food.

 

If there were a God, these words would hold truth, but we keep saying scientifically we know something; something more than this; how can this be possible?  Why does Jesus see the metaphor and literal meaning of his life as sacrifice.  I do not feel by hating life I will leave something for the coming age.  That almost sounds pre-historic.  That is because we are at the coming age.  If I were God, I would take something green, create fire, and answer the question.  Little do I know of anomalies said by others, at times on my behalf.  So let us.

 

In kindness I come.

 

Where doubt and fear create monster metaphor for purgative gain to be defeated then there is no such thing as love, and that is all Jesus tried to incur.

 

 

Stories

 

If there were a metaphor for life, then we have not found it.  Our pseudo realistic nightmare dystopia creates a hush at the bookstore.  We are not mightier for knowing all, when Jane Austen herself said: ‘The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.’  Northanger Abbey (1817).

 

Stories are our metaphor.  And there is nothing better than diving into a book to find one and many along the way that reach for the heart of the fellow reader. 

 

Life/ Science/ and God is not a metaphor, thus we have learnt, we must use life, as science, spirituality and belief.

 

There is just one more thing to say:

 

‘The World is a chamber stick’

 

We are hear to be both carrier and carried, as we take flight by the coloured moon in cycles.