Why, when man encounters a rainbow does he immediately contemplate which kind of arrows he can fire from it?

Answer 1

Acid will do that to an alien.

Answer 2

Because when he is reclining in the rainbow, at the same time, he is in another world, seeing the truth of everything that exists; only the body remaining behind. The angels come and offer him a flute. And he says: " How beautiful it is to see the totality of the animals, even the ones that live beneath the water! How could it not be lovely to distinguish even the people who live in the interior of the earth? You can see everything!" That’s why it’s exciting to drink yage.

But it’s not easy, the strong stuff, makes him have visions.that continuously assaults him. He contemplates his arrows, but he can't throw them, he is no sun or star, although he wished he were.

He just wants someone to listen to him

Answer 3

Arrows? Thats a new one. I always thought that when man encountered a rainbow he wondered which end had the pot of Gold. :)

Answer 4

You must hang out with some strange people, or you want to lay off the drugs.
Most people see the beauty of a rainbow, while fools look for gold at the end of it.

Answer 5

i'm a man ( i think)...
and i have never ever thought of of what arrows i can fire from a rainbow

have i missed something after 48 years?

i've tried to reach the end of one to get the gold tho...

Answer 6

I always think of the legend, "If you go to the end of a rainbow
and dig, you will find a pot of gold"

Answer 7

Corollary to this is at the wrap-up of the film, "Sneakers."

When 'the Feds' field requests from certain citizens,
one is, "World Peace."

The reply is, "We are the Gov't of the united states--
we don't DO that sort of thing!"

Answer 8

That's right. Invent a time machine, or a way to make people invisible, and the defense department will be at your front door the next day.

Answer 9

'Most impressive. True... Here, the question and answer are one. We need only remove the "why" and the "question" mark, and we have a golden observation.

Yours could well be placed in an archive of great quotations.

Answer 10

I'll leave YOU to fire arrows - I take photographs.

Answer 11

It stayed overcast for many days, and then it started to rain. Rain, rain and more rain … slow persistent pestilent like rain. 'This downpour of heavily sodden clouds could drown the world', I thought. There was nothing on land left dry, silly dampness everywhere. This will never stop, I believed. Then suddenly it did. But only to give way to hot steamy mist rising like poisonous fumes for the undergrowth of the forest floor; the suffocating smog, and the deafening racket of countless creatures expunged over ground from their water logged burrow and nests.

The skies cleared soon. I could see the rainbow through the gaps in the forest arched above the canopy of the tallest trees, rooted into a valley further afield across the hill. I could see it all right. It was beautiful, poised across the valley like a multicoloured head-gear of a tribal woman. But I could not figure out if I were supposed to rejoice upon such a natural symbol of hope ... should my heart leap up with joy … or I should just stayed mystified at the irony of the situation as all the bridges back to a civilised world were swept away in the flood.

The silly, sullen and dampening periods come to every one’s life. We hope that they will pass soon that later. We illuminate with hope what comes to us in the bleakness of circumstances. We pass longer nights of our days dreaming, and thus trying to keep our hopes alive. We cope with winters, and then with the coming of the fall assuring ourselves that all things in time do eventually pass. Then we imagine new horizons of the new worlds behind distant hills. The good times stay in our fantasies before they actually come, and only then they come. We find in the chinks of blackened clouds the sun throwing it radiant shafts through. Then we see and marvel what magic could lie in the lands across the river ahead. We live in anticipation of all things good during bad times but when bad times are eventually over, and when good times actually come, we see a little in the way of fulfilment of our exceptions and hopes of the dreary days of our life.

We are good at dealing with rainy days but the days of pure sunshine we seldom know how to spend, what to do when there is nothing that could make us dream so earnestly. What to do with so much peace and happiness then if not try to break once again the spell of our own dreams realised so truly?

And what if my life suddenly changes for good? Will I feel as if I am robbed of my chamber of dreams? I could hope, dream and see rainbow and sunshine while it was raining, but now it is rainbow in front foretelling me of the sunny days to follow, what is there for me to dream. Yes, when I would see rainbow I would pinch myself, I would not immediately believe that it is real; I would draw the best of the arrows of my doubtfulness, and shoot at targets too dreamlike with a bow too fanciful to me be any good for me in this realistic world.