Kamenetz' discussion of oracles in The Jew in the Lotus has got me thinking about the influence (or non-influence) of oracles in my own life. The word has always evoked a Cassandra figure for me, but if I try to reimagine it, I can trace something more like a hint. Maybe oracles are just hints with hindsight. I'm more comfortable with that than with the idea of some predetermined future stretching out in front of me. I don't care to know the odds, but if there are small signs along the way that I can put together to get an idea of what might be in front of me, I'll do it.
I imagine these hints as autumn leaves swirling in a puff of air - or perhaps as clouds in the sky, the shape up to the beholder. They don't tell you what you'll do, but they influence you as you decide what might be possible.
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