On the way to the shabby hotel right outside the city the sign beside the highway pretty much screamed at me that “jesus has all the answers.”
It was on both sides so I was able to discern its message a total of 6 times on my way there and back for the past three days so I could sell my artwork in the funny little ballroom under thick glass lighting and magenta carpet.
A little green bug- lime green- translucent- hitched a ride on the windshield and honestly, I think he may have been dead by that point. Maybe jesus, in his all knowing splendor had at least a thing or two to say about that situation if said green bug had a hankering for not dying this weekend. In the off chance he had other plans.
Anyway.
Against all odds there was a firefly in the movie theater when we went to see Fantastic Four after my sale hours were over and the various bins and stands and other things were piled safely in the back of my hrv, gently clacking in there, until next weekend.
Its not really just that the firefly was in the theater against all odds either although I’ve never seen anything like that until today and I was overly excited about it. So much so that I pointed aggressively at its little flitty wings. There it was, glinting in the iridescent sparkle of the projector lights, and as the firey battles and space travel shifted its way on and off the screen, the little bug blinked, reflecting its golden belly with crystally motes and popcorn dust.
What I meant though is that it is against all odds that fireflies exist at all. A glowing lantern with some sense of awareness, riding the wind, cresting over the fields at night, a growing chorus of glowing winged creatures.
Who would imagine that was a thing? And in what universe would I be lucky enough to live in the same dimension as them?
According to the sign on the highway, jesus would know. All the answers I mean, but it seems unfair to put all of that on one guy.
He, most likely a chill enough person, shifting uneasily in his seat and wondering if the idiot who put that sign up was planning on sending all of the questions his way.
Not a realistic expectation.
Maybe I can give myself some credit at having some answers. A few other people too. And then, maybe, we all just accept that most of the answers are unanswerable.
its ok that the gods don’t know everything.
whatever gods you lean into.
Just glinting fireflies during Fantastic Four. Translucent green bug corpses hitching a ride and the idea someone had to sell pickled jalepenos for 75 cents at the concession stand on a Sunday afternoon. (A good idea and highly recommended).
Instead of all the answers, I choose an influx of questions infused in the fabrics from ancient lands, a crystal glass full of frozen limes. (Which sounds strangely good right now).
Cheers to all the answers that are mysteries.
In the journey to the truths are better ones uncovered that we didn’t plan on uncovering.