A Closed Book

 

Nothing escapes from a closed book.  Stories never get told, and adventures lay dormant.  Ships never get lost, encounter storms or sink, because they never set sail.  Boots remain clean and polished, ladies’ fashions never change and banks never get robbed.  There are no newspaper headlines, because there isn’t a next chapter. 

A closed book is like the wind section of an orchestra without the breath.  It is more than quiet; it is stillness without the pillow, death without the grief.  Until the book is opened there can be no Hogwarts, no Jack Sparrow and no Captain Hook.  It is unrealized potential, a final frontier never explored.