I enjoy searching for solutions on many levels. Trying to figure things out.
On the light side of things, I like a riddle. A mystery. A puzzle. In fact, I can be a bit of a sucker for them. I often try to solve riddles when I see them online.
Some are cute. Some are fun. Others are challenging.
Many of them have made the rounds, and we all know the answers by now.
Like.
Riddle: What has a head and a tail, but no body?
Answer: A coin.
Or.
Riddle: What goes up but never comes back down?
Answer: Your age.
But sometimes, they are real stumpers. And I like working those answers in my head.
The game of it.
Sometimes, they make absolutely no sense to me. Such was the case a few weeks ago.
I stumbled over this one.
Riddle: I seek light, I cry at dawn. When one takes flight, my children are gone. What am I?
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Answer: A flower.
What? Wait. Hold on. I don’t get it. Not one bit.
Granted, I am not a flower person. I don’t know a thing about them.
So.
Someone explain this one to me. Some nice flower person out there? I know lots of you have gardens and belong to Flower of the Month Clubs and such.
I seek light. [Check– I got that.]
But then?
I cry at dawn? [What? They do?]
When one takes flight? [Flowers fly? Huh?]
My children are gone? [Flowers have kids?]
I swear. When I read this, I think the person who wrote it was either smoking crack or dropping acid.
Most days, I try to offer answers or information here.
Today, I am turning the tables.
Someone. Please explain the flying flowers having babies in the air. Please explain this to me.
I don’t need one more confusing thing in this life.
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“Your heart’s desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.”
— Cormac McCarthy
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“Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore…”
— Edgar Allan Poe
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“The world, even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don’t know.”
— Sherman Alexie
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Flying babies? What a riddle.
