Number and verse.

The two can be intertwined and sometimes if unattended become tangled like a crazed sticky web.

We all respond better to names but sometimes remember numbers more easily.

Where are Fred, Priscilla and 4398 today?

We think everyone knows them. Surely they do!

Paint, draw or fold.

Never in million years had a game seemed so strange.

But after initial doubt and confusion there was pleasure and illusion.

Just about where are we now?

It’s all right, there’s a sturdy-looking tree over there, good place to tie the anchor and hang tight for a while.

Cash and kings falling in unison.

We paid for all the plans, the new water pipes, and the old castles.

Status symbols and drainage, kind daughters and dreamy princes.

Are we soft in the knees and find them bending too easily? No! No!

Rules do not encompass all possibilities and we must grow up, swiftly.

Lands near and far are kept in abstract obedience.

On the importance of choosing something unimportant sometimes.

It’s not a suggestion to become dull and dim. No! Don’t worry.

Yet, a meander through the backstreets, without a guide but with eyes wide and receptive, may be a donation to those unable to pursue what you can.

Take it from here, it’s all yours. I’ll just walk down the street and take a left or a right and see what’s there.

Traversing the unfathomably high top bookshelf in the Passo Splendido public library, they felt hungry.

Two pages later waffles and a big chocolate egg seemed like a good answer.

Never daring to ask any questions, especially not directions to the philosophy and philo pastry section, they sat down on page eight and yearned for the index.