Message in a bottle

It’s like walking along a beach and seeing a bottle washed up on shore.  You open the bottle and there is something that all of your past experience and understandings and assumptions have you recognize as a message, but it is not in any language that you recognize, so for all practical purposes is of no value whatsoever, either to you or to the person who had originally written it and placed it in that bottle.   

Do you even know that it was the same person who put te marks on the paper and who eventually placed the paper in the bottle?  So many possibilities but there you are, with only your imagination, of nonsensical vows of love written by a couple who the tossed them to the endless seas with no sense of a need of anyone ever finding them or a poem written by a solitary soul who then placed it in the bottle envisioning someone somewhere reading it and completely understanding its every nuance, whatever and anything but there you are.  A bottle and a message.   

You see a silhouette of a person appear in the distances, moving towards you and you know with the knowledge that only deep believe can summon that this person knows the language on the piece of paper that you hold.  Suddenly a whole world of possibility opens up to you.  Who is that person walking towards you?  What can they tell you, and what can you learn?  And if you were that person, what might you say about the message that you are able to read and which you would want to share with the other there with you?  Who would teach what?  Who would learn what?