a geometric figure stands facing west. A dashed line strikes the figures face and through a sword prism the line bursts into a nonsense of pattern spilling to the corners north, east, and south beyond the figure.

Page of Swords

Cutting through what is concealed. A confident youngster or one emboldened with youthful clarity. Immature intellect is unafraid for it lacks the wisdom of risk, this can be both a power and a hindrance. When unbounded by “common sense” what innovations are made available? A fresh perspective is a prism that opens simple white light into a glorious rainbow.

What gifts of insight do we waste ignoring the young?