Gone! Was All It Said

So, I came home.  It was nice.  It was beautiful.  Not like the day before, all cold and wet.  Yes, I came home, and found a mystery.  I discovered it.  I found the debris in the Forest of Milky Trees, and in life and deed.  “Gone!” Was all it said, the headlines, in big bold lettering.  Gone, no goodbye or any hint as to what direction to take.  No hint, even after a long and thorough search of high and low.  The only evidence left behind was simple, the shattered remains of what once was, nothing more.  I wonder yet just how simple.  Now, there was hints, maybe allegations, a figure at a construction site, a new school.  Trying to improve one’s self?  So, a mystery revealed itself, unfolded, and everyone connected to the Forest of Milky Trees seemed steeped in the fog of it.  In kind, they started a rousing game of “Half Full/Half Empty,” all taking sides.  Everyone pointed at everyone.  After all, there was not much else to do.  All appropriate entities were called and on the job, but here we all sat.  So, they, the Milky Tree Forest fanatics, all took the clues to the mystery, and rolled.

Those who took the side of “Half Empty” surmised an abhorrent death, a brutal death at the hands of some predator, physical or metaphysical.  Perhaps instead, there was a sense of being frozen out, perhaps even, a giving up.  I guess the proverb of “those who live in glass houses, should not throw stones” may apply here, but, oh, to break the glass ceiling, what a glorious moment!  Even if, or maybe especially because that ceiling is of two minds, may be someone else’s glass floor.

To those of us who took the side of “Half Full,” it was a triumph of self-realization, a coming to grips with what does it take to know one’s self.  To place yourself into reflection and meditation, to reconcile all the contradictions, to proudly come out of the Chrysalis, TA DA!, Faaabuuulousss!  To embrace what makes you unique, show the world your true self, all the while still standing tall and secure; so, brave.  What an amazing achievement.  And then you become so light, lifted out of the despair of self-doubt, to fly above the others, to fly above it all.  Freedom.

Of course, there are those who simply say that missing visitor just stayed long enough to sock some money away, then took the first flight outta here, right off to somewhere quiet, where he can simply be with others that looked and thought the way he did.  Breath away from enemies.  They envisioned some naughty little resort high on a hill with lots of trees where they could all gather and party all their troubles and cares away, delirium.  They’ll just say the deeply concern visitor went on a holiday to Mexico or South America, for a long winter’s getaway.

Then, there are others who simply say, “SHE.”  And then they walk off on their merry way.

Gone! Was all it said, and all it took.  Is the mystery solved?  No clue, but have a turn anyway.  Go ahead, we give you full permission.  Go on, nose in and give a poke.  You really don’t need to know the fact.  Half Full/Half Empty, it’s your turn.  Take it.  We insist.