Ever wonder what it’s like to be between the worm stage and the flying (and quite gorgeous) stage of a butterfly? Does it hurt to completely shed your skin and turn into something different? What instincts drive these brave little creatures to fuel up (eat TONS of leafy greens) then climb to a high (possibly exposed) spot, attach their butt to a branch, leaf or whatever’s there and hang upside down (“Look ma, no hands!”) and then allow the inside of their body to become mush.
Yeah…that’s what their instincts say… Do all that and allow yourself to become total goo, undefined, slimy mush.
Highly doubtful these magical worms are aware of what time it is, where they are or even that they are an individual. How could they be, they are willing going forward and returning to primordial ooze — volunteering for this, so they can perpetuate their kind.
It’s what they do, transform and grow wings.
noun, plural metamorphoses [met-uh-mawr-fuh-seez]
1.Biology. a profound change in form from one stage to the next in the life history of an organism, as from the caterpillar to the pupa and from the pupa to the adult butterfly.
2.a complete change of form, structure, or substance, as transformation by magic or witchcraft.
3.any complete change in appearance, character, circumstances, etc.
Today was a day to ponder what stage of this transformation I’m in. Some days, it’s like no big deal but today I woke up in pain. Real, physical pain and had to deal with it.
When the body gets involved, it’s not as easy to ignore. Usually, I can disregard the shifts, if it doesn’t go all physical — but this time it has. This time I’m all up in the reality of transforming and today was like a free fall.
Can I separate out the different impersonal or collective transitions and the very personal things we’ve suffered? Can any of us?
Inside of my gooey existence I’ve been scratching my head in wonder… What’s with the constant vitriol everywhere? The essence of change is upon us, but we’re still pointing fingers at each other, screaming about what we believe and how “right” we are and how “wrong” the other is.
In the last week, as I mumbled through my various stages of deep grief, I have wandered around the internet to find that no matter how fucked up the world appears to be, most of us think it’s a good idea to keep being stupid about what’s actually happening and fight with each other. At least that’s what it looks like.
Have we become a world of hateful, monstrous mouthpieces? Is that our collective solution to our current situation?
If a commercial is well received by some because of the effort made to bridge a gap, there’s someone out there who bashes it because it’s not reasonable & doesn’t PERFECTLY address racism or gender roles. Or the constant blame directed at Obama for being paid “too much money” to speak. If a movie star got paid a lot to show up somewhere, no one would blink an eye. Hell, it wouldn’t even make the news!
Even though our now “president” is a total buffoon, he’s everywhere and getting TONS of attention no matter how big of a jerk he persists at being. The commentary is an exercise in virtual yelling and cruelty towards each other, rather than any meaningful discourse.
Enough already… try a new tact. Rather than waste time being small minded, consider asking questions and coming up with your own truly original notion. You know, you’ll be dust after a nuclear blast, just like I will. No amount of being right will save any of us.
We have to change. We have to figure out how to talk to each other, not at each other. We have to find common ground… Don’t we?
“Jesus Fucking Christ or JFC” has become my “go to” response to most of what’s being said… and I’ve decided to simply “Fuck-a-morphosize” without a whole lot of commentary. Hopefully my changes will make a difference somewhere for someone.
And it only takes one of us to change the world. That much I know.