500 Words About the Wall

As I sit and look at the wall, many things flow through my head. When you look at the wall, you aren't really focusing on the wall at all, but instead are thinking about your day or what you need to get done before it's over. You're thinking about the stresses in your daily life. Let me focus, for a moment, on the wall. It's white. Right away, I notice the unique texture of the wall simply from the rollers used to paint the wall and the dripping paint where the painter was in a bit of a hurry. I look at the textures all around the wall and I can see designs hidden in there. I can see faces and animals. Some of them even look familiar while others I imagine might be a new animal yet to be discovered by scientists deep in some South American rain forest. I think about where God might have gotten the ideas for some of the animals he created. Maybe he stared at a wall and looked for ideas. Maybe he looked at the clouds. As I reach out and touch the wall, I feel it's spectacular texture. I enjoy the way it feels flowing past my gentle touch. I imagine it must feel a bit like how braille feels to blind people. I've touched braille and I can't imagine how it could make any sense at all to anyone who touched it to be able to make out a words and even sentences and paragraphs and entire books. I think blind people must have super sensitive fingertips to be able to decipher the meanings in the braille. I also imagine that, with their super sensitive fingertips, if they were to touch the very wall that I am touching, they would get alot more detail about the wall out of touching it than I do. They might be able to describe the micro canyons, mountains and valleys in the paint. They might even be able to tell me what type of paint it is based on other walls they have touched before. I realized that if I look at ten different walls, they are all going to look the same to me, but if I were to get up close to them and touch them the way I touched the first wall, they would all have their own very uniqueness about them. I imagine that if I were to paint a wall, I would put no thought into the designs on the wall. I wouldn't be thinking about someone else maybe one day looking at my painted wall and try to find things hidden in the paint and try to touch it and feel the textures. People don't care about the wall. Out of everything going on in people's busy lives today, the wall is the least of their concerns. And that is 500 Words About the Wall.