“What does it mean, Daddy?” Eager to the point of rapture, and convinced that everything could be made better if she just consider it for a wee while, young Imagination pointed at The Great Seal.
“It’s a symbol, love,” said Experience, ruffling his favorite daughter’s wild curls.
“I know that, Daddy,” Imagination made a face that suggested she was well acquainted with all the secrets of the cosmos, “but what does it mean to you?”
“Different things at different times and through different people’s eyes, I guess.” Experience smiled on his child. “It depends on the beholder, love. That’s what makes symbols so useful and unique. Their meanings lie in the eye of the one who accepts the vision and its undertaking.”
“Then, I want it to mean anything that makes people happier, freer, and more themselves.” Imagination crossed her fluid arms and stare at The Great Seal with intent.
Experience embraced Imagination and shined smiles of hope. The thoughts his daughter planned to put in the minds of men, filled him with bliss and with brighter tomorrows.”
(If I had been the one to choose the symbol, it would look more like this one.
The actual seal has always look like an all seeing tomb to me.)
Tess, over at Magpie Tales, gave us the Great Seal of the United States (below) as inspiration to write a poem and a bit of flash fiction... As soon as I saw it, I thought about how a conversation between Experience and Imagination would go.What would they tell each other about The Seal? I asked myself. What would they think about a symbol that asks providence to smile upon all our undertakings? What do you think, my Luvs?
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