A child finger-paints the current season

and I am left to discern. Perhaps, I should simply enjoy what is before me. However, I think this image has something to do with me reading Emily Wilson's translation of the Odyssey. That connection yet to be revealed. Like what's for breakfast? When will the next poem appear; to where did last night's dream dissolve? Oh, how I love digital fingerpainting with no thought of outcome. Simply, a state of gesturing. The latter thought thanks to S.

Please explain to me...

how I can not
know
what something is
and still
know
its meaning?

This principle
applies
to gesturing
of all sorts.