The Power of the Metaphor
Over the holidays as my father and I worked diligently to rewire a number of things in my son's 1973 Karmann Ghia and during the process I became intimately acquainted with the most disturbing example of wiring I have yet to witness. Wires that go nowhere and some that vanish into hollow cavities like snakes disappearing into the black of night left me with nightmares of smoke and acrid burnt electrical smell. Fuses popped with disturbing regularity as I followed each wire like a prospector seeking a vein of gold. Somewhere within the tangled jumble of dubious connections and occasional curse words I started to assume a philosophical approach and wonder if in fact the tangled mess before me was in reality a metaphor for life. I love the metaphor. It is an art most cultures of the world understand but in our own it is sorely misunderstood and sadly underutilized. I think I came to appreciate the metaphor the most when I was a college student and engaged in the study of Easte