Meaning?

It’s 9pm.

Tuesday.

I just left my apartment, sweet old 103. As I walk down the street and pass the leafy trees turning to dry sticks, I see a blind man sitting on a bench humming quietly to himself. There is an old copper bowl next to him with about a dollar in it. I am usually resistant to give people money if I don’t know where it will end up, but something tells me he has more to him than meets the eye. As the change hits the edge of the bowl the man turns to me and says, “Riddles -- all you can say are riddles, murk and darkness.”

My first reaction was pessimistic. I thought, “Who are you to tell me what I can or cannot do?” However, it only took me a moment to remember my twelfth grade literature class, sitting in the back by myself, actually doing something I was supposed to. I remembered reading that exact in a play we read. I think it was Oedipus Rex. It’s funny that he would choose that line; it’s probably one of the ten, maybe, which I actually remember. I wasn’t the most studious. This quote really stuck with me though. At the time, it seemed like the truth of it applied directly to me. At the time my life seemed full of riddles, or perhaps just questions. And confusion. So now I leave the man thinking, IS that all I can say?