I saw this dude twice today, if it was in fact the same dude. When I saw him this morning I stared at him for about five minutes. Then when he came back this afternoon I took a picture. But it’s a bad picture on a phone (dude was just too fast), so you’ll have to play Where’s Waldo to find him. For those of you too young to know, Where’s Waldo was an old smartphone app that’s lost it’s popularity.
I have no idea what type of butterfly this is. I don’t particularly care. I was fascinated by the complexity of God / Nature that made this little thing to eat while also expending limitless energy to fly around flowers. This thing weighs less than a penny, but can fly all day and eat and be good to go. We don’t appreciate it, but little things like this are freaking miracles.
My family’s been through hell and I’m hesitant to talk about it even to my own brain. But my brother, for intermittent laugh purposes, brought up this Simpsons joke. I have no idea why. I didn’t care. I laughed. It was enough. This clip sucks [thanks Fox copyright assholes] but you get the idea:
Then today I saw the butterfly and remembered my brother’s reference from a few days back. I laughed. And then I watched the beautiful butterfly.
My other brother (I have two, blessed by God) kept flipping to Gladiator the other day while the family was together. For those who have seen it, Oliver Reed / Proximo has one of the greatest lines of all time:
“…we mortals are but shadows and dust…”
Yeah, we are.
Nobody ever suspects the butterfly. That it could remind you of what you are. But in a good way. The butterfly is a freaking miracle. And so are we. But we can also do poetry, write songs, and drink beer. So we’re better off than the butterfly.
But next time you see the butterfly? Stop what you’re doing. And watch for a few minutes. You’ll be glad you did.