The ancient Celts believed in a deity named Ogma, a god who represented learning.
The first Celtic "alphabet" was comprised of symbols called oghams, a system of strokes on or across a straight line. When The Others arrived and began to "civilize" those who followed natural ways, the Celts created a network of subliminal messages in order to communicate without saying a word. They carving ogmas on standing stones, door posts, and walking sticks. Ogmah communication evolved into actions, such as touching the nose, ear, elbow or knee to convey some secret. These signals live on today. Tune in to a baseball game and watch the pitcher "talk" to the catcher.
Life is quilted with mystery. Einstein said, "As we acquire more knowledge, things do not become more comprehensible, but more mysterious." So maybe it's best to simply start at the beginning. I have a theory that a human's first memory is a symbol chiseled into a wall somewhere in the mind. It leaves an important hint on how your life will turn out. What's to become of you.
My mother painted iridescent stars on the ceiling of my room. I was an infant. Must've been 6-8 months old. Remember these arms clothed in white business shirt (my father) picking me up. I rested my baby cheek against his warm face, and looked up at those shiny points of light, so luminous all on their own.
Dylan wrote about shooting stars, and I saw one tonight as I sat on the back porch steps. It flew fast. And I made a wish, in the company of a bright full moon that reflects as best it can.