Butterflies.....

 

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There’s something ephemeral yet solid about a butterfly. They look like they can barely manage, but if you watch, they fly reasonably well. In all ways, they are ideally adapted to their world. A half ounce of flat wings and instinct, punching above its weight class. Peer to hawks and tornadoes, they fly into a sky that they too own. They do so silently. They lack the ability, and presumably the desire, to make a sound. They look buffoonish and obvious but pass silently just beyond your view when you glance away. No mammal possesses such stealth.

And when they’re gone, they’re gone; like dreams in the aether. It is done with a grace we, as a species, lack. We fools, overclocked apes chained into our own hellish, frenetic, society, cannot be so reasonable. We reach into the sky but only to pull down fears. We use them to cow ourselves, lest we become more than we are. We fret and remonstrate and piss and moan and the least of us go into politics or become the court jesters of “newstainment”. Thus harnessing the greatest technologies to ever exist in the known universe, to the purpose of what? To perform the modern incarnation of flinging feces at each other! Such is our slavish service to the seething bullshit of the mind. We are intelligent but not wise and therefore lose our connection to the earth. Butterflies do none of that. They do not cower in fear. They don’t bunch up and fight, or flee from things which don’t exist. They live and they die; never once acting like a complete jackass. Each time I send a happy little bug into the unknown, I smile at the thought. Perhaps someday I’ll be as wise as a half ounce bug. What loftier goal is there? As for our society of apes with cell phones? Fuck ’em. They’re not even mature enough to imagine the possibility.