All That Glitters Is Not Gold (especially in the desert)

"He is a slave to a sign who uses or worships a significant thing without knowing what it signifies." St. Augustine

This is a familiar road you're on. Old paths have a way of finding you again. The desert will do that to you. Long forgotten roads materialize before you as you are beckoned to take that stroll down memory lane. How accurate are memories anyway? Can we call it "history" when we are living it and interpreting it at the same time? Did wandering prophets of old struggle through restless dreams and meditate upon words on stilless mornings before the silence was broken? Oracles like knives cutting, words glittering in the sunlight fall on deaf ears and remain unseen by those with eyes who do not see. Is Paul being generous when he says, "Now we see dimly." Is not much of what one sees but an illusion? Those who do not know how to live in the desert curse the land which they wander in, forgetting that it was they who thought it could be traversed in the first place. It is without beginning and without end, ever reaching beyond our next footfall with no end in sight.

"There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure. 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings." The desert is full of 'sign,' but for many it is without rhyme or reason.They fail to see the story and become one with the desert. - Even in the haziness of dusky light, night falls, swallowing the discerning wanderer. Who with soft footfalls invisibly makes tracks by moonlight. For the tell-tale signs are there for the trained eye. If you're going to make it in this desert you'll have to learn to read sign. Some of the sign is almost as old as the desert itself. An old old story that will always make the wanderer safe at home. You can not fight the desert. You must become one with it, submerged in sand. The oracle etched in stone; I see, I feel, I rest in a secluded oasis. Sola Scriptura, WHB