Splintered Blog 10: Rolling over the older boulders

      In aid of tuff schist…

   Have you ever wondered why bygone byways often try to hide their true intentions? It isn’t necessarily for the reasons you might immediately surmise. As a matter based on fact (and not conjecture) it should come as no surprise that often falling blocks become responsible for fostering a faulty outlook when the ground they occupy is mostly mossified.

     And if mossified isn’t a word sue me! (You won’t get much.)

     Anyhow it’s safe to say that granite gaffes presented for laughs are only prone as long as they stray far from their own comfort zone. In the meantime any worthwhile meaning may be lost beneath the overlying burden. In due course tenacious fallacies fall short of finding any guise less cumbersome and thoroughly despised then the suffocating outer structure. And yet, some sufficiently adaptable derivatives drive the point home when hastening to state the outwardly obvious.

     A more tactful path may find a faster way to move past the obstacles that last until a less obtuse conclusion rules out any prescient posturing. (A mouthful I know but it makes the most sense.) In that case random acts of tactless hampering have as much chance to trample hapless facts as suffocate their less demanding pandered happenings.

      Wow, this thing is going way off course.

     I can already hear you asking: “Sure, but how does any of this affect our daily life?”

    My response: “As much as you might expect.”

     Suffice to say that buried truths may still intrude despite their lack or aptitude to access any wayward daylight. Subconsciously they still can manage to contend without pretending all the facts are still accessible. And checking underneath a stony grave with grandiose abandon can and will instinctively distill the deeper meanings shoved aside and silenced by their sadly flattened fantasies.

     Then unbidden breaks will deign to fake and sometimes fabricate a calmly cautious narrative imbued with violent hues and holding onto long discarded symbols of docility.

     Some sane advice: let sleeping boulders lie.