I had a dream quite some time ago that my last post reminded me of. I was getting coronated as a Sufi, in a very solemn ceremony. They had a crown for me, and when they went to put it on my head, it was much too big for my head, and it fell on my shoulders. We all thought that was very funny.
This is a simple enough metaphor, but it can be “decoded/interpreted” several different ways. The hint I will offer is that if your crown ever fits, your usefulness is at an end.