Friday, 15 July 2011

Happiness and the butterfly.

What is it like to be a butterfly, a butterfly fluttering hither and thither, a fluttering butterfly, a happy butterfly showing off to the world one's inherent natural nature and doing things as one pleased?

Maybe we all have to be earthly caterpillars before we can appreciate the freedom of being a butterfly.

Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. One must leap into the boundlessness of being a butterfly and make it one's home to live in every day.

The butterfly roams free, flitting from flower to flower taking what it has to offer. The butterfly is a free spirit in the world, can you say the same thing?

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Welcome! Here, be Platonic, be precise, be concise, do not lie, do not mock, do not giggle, do not do the fandango in your mind as you comment. In effect, be one with the butterfly as you think and converse here.