Chewing on metaphors!

SYDNEY HARBOUR BRIDGE

There is something about metaphors that make me go into a metamorphosis state of a mind filled with a kaleidoscope of words rather than colours. Almost like a jigsaw puzzle that is done upside down and one only sees the true and real picture when the puzzle is turned the right way round and then displays all its glory and the meaning becomes suddenly clear.
How lovely too it is to see picture conundrums where one has to look and think hard before the riddle of circles and lines becomes clear. To improve the mind, just like any muscle in the body, one must exercise it to the extreme to get the Goliath type image without the Achilles heel of weakness. How easy it is to fall off the band wagon of braininess and into the quagmire pit of the ignorant in their bliss.
To be illiterate must be similar to being colour blind in the world of words and although often when one is unable to read or write they do have a great understanding of words and their meanings they still might have an immense feeling of lack when they open a book and are unable to decipher the beauty of what is written within.
I thank my luck stars for gracing me with an education and the ability to think and react in my own way about what goes on, in and around me.