I went for a walk in the mythical village of childhood. This place that exists somewhere is an abandoned castle, overgrown with vines and weeds, boarded windows and the worn out features of the statues. This is the castle of memory, where the characters of the mystery play gather. Here are Adam and Eve and Jack and Jill, the good butchers and the bad butchers. Innocent children walk through dark gardens, where serpents and wolves hide in the shadows. Saints and angels are near by to make sure that safe passage is guaranteed. Although the situation is impossible and all odds are against us, there is one little glimmer of hope. A hero will come forth to make things right. Someone who doesn't know fear will kill the dragon. In the woods, the little prophet bird will reveal the solution. Remove the rock from the road and the magic will begin.

Metamorphosis: The frog is changing into a prince. Here at last, the brothers are returning over the gleaming sunlit wheatfields. Ding dong, the witch is dead and triumphant Cinderella is dancing.

Allen Hessler
1989