A large man in windbreaker and black jeans was seated next to me on the viewing bench as I took notes of a Mandan bison headpiece. Each headpiece, crafted by warriors of the various tribes, was suspended before a red or blue cloth. We looked upon a red cloth.
I don't know if this means I'm crazy, but looking at this brings back memories of a dream I had when I was a kid. Behind me was a red light, like this panel. I have always taken that as symbolizing birth.
On either side was a rainbow of blue, a brilliant prism of more shades of blue than I could hope to name. The space between, where I would walk toward the bright light on the other side, has troubled me. What could be the significance of the narrowing of the passage to the light at the end?
...I suppose so, the narrowing passage would logically symbolize the enhanced focus of later life, when you are aware of you destination.
The man rose and towered over me, looked down over his broad span of shoulder and gave a positive nod.
Under the God of Things
