Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Butterflies

Written February 12, 2013:

A butterfly flapping its wing in Finland could cause you to place your socks somewhere unknown wherever you happen to do your laundry.  Luckily, socks are plentiful in imagination land, and bare feet also have their charm.

The butterfly effect is just another reminder that everything is connected as part of one love, one heart beating its love throughout the whole fiber of the universal being (and I want you to know I dig love).  One part moving in a place to be seemingly as far away as infinity (may as well be) can affect everything else in the universal identity, including you and me.  So what do we do?   I don't know.  You?

Butterflies are tiny flying delicate beings with beautifully colored divinely designed wings, and they flap and float effortlessly amongst the flowers and grasses and trees and breeze.  If one were as tall as you, it would probably be the most hideous frightening creature on earth.  But things are the way they are, so there’s no need to go there.

When asked if he could be any animal, Bart Simpson said he would be the butterfly.  When asked why, he cackled and said, “Because nobody suspects the butterfly…” and then daydreams some hideous segment of school vandalism that frames his enemy, the boring principal.  But that statement is deeper than the mischievous dreams of a young boy.  What if God is the butterfly?  Who has time for butterflies? (365)

(611) The beauty of butterflies is that they appear to be so insignificant, so pointless, so small and irrelevant, ultimately transient just like everything else, as there are plenty of them amongst other equally insignificant creatures.  We give them props for being pretty, but then go about our days (61).  Even crazier, the butterfly begins as a caterpillar, a totally slow droopy weird crawly creature that leaves ugly brown holes on once beautiful green leaves.  But then it chills out, withdraws from the world, and comes back metamorphosed, more beautiful and intricate than ever.  What’s more, it can fly now.  And it only takes a flap of its wings to accomplish infinite things.

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