Life can be a real riddle sometimes.
What do I mean by riddle you ask?
Riddle. It is a funny word in and of itself. It sounds like griddle, or fiddle… which are funny words too. They sound like Disney characters of some sort.
But back to Riddle. Loosely, from the definition by Webster’s. It is a question…. or even a statement. But it is intentionally phrased so it will require ingenuity in finding an answer. Sometimes is it presented as a game, but the idea is to figure out the answer or meaning. Sort of like Jeopardy, but more fun, and without Alex Trebek.
You know how the drill goes.
What can travel around the world while staying in a corner?
Paul’s height is six feet, he’s an assistant at a butcher’s shop, and wears size 9 shoes. What does he weigh?
Which word in the dictionary is spelled incorrectly?
How many of each species did Moses take on the ark with him?
None, Moses wasn’t on the ark Noah was. Or so they say.
Okay. So you get the picture. Riddles. And I started this whole mess by saying that life can be a riddle. That, is what I said.
And you know it when it happens.
The number of coupons of the person in front of you is directly proportional to how much of a hurry you’re in.
The Butter Side of the Bread is the one that always falls face down on the floor.
No flight ever leaves on time unless you are running late and need the delay to make the flight.
If you put 6 socks into a clothes dryer, only 5 make it out.
These are the kinds of things I can not ever explain. Let alone, the big mysteries… like UFOs, Ghosts, Bigfoot, Stonehenge, The Black Dahlia Murder, and Donald Trump’s Hair.
And that is how the Riddle Goes.
If you know the answer to the Riddle of Life, You ARE one lucky Jester.
Well, I believe life is a Zen koan, that is, an unsolvable riddle. But the contemplation of that riddle – even though it cannot be solved – is, in itself, transformative. And if the contemplation is of high enough quality, you can merge with the divine. –Tom Robbins