It was an image of a trifle, lots of cream and custardy goodness.
But it was especially the little sponges in the jelly that got my attention. See, before these sponges go into the trifle they are hard crunchy sticks. But after marinating in the trifles rum and gelatine they become melt in the mouth morsels. The sponge sticks expand through the bottom of the trifle and form a delish solid base to this parochial dessert.
Whadya reckon? A picture of what it is to be living and meaningful in the world -only really becoming what we are meant to be when we engage with the 'rum and gelatine'- but with our substance, our values and identity, staying the same...
No? Yeah? Too weird? Too yummy? Anyone else have any new pictures of old concepts?