This photo really impressed me. How could something make itself into this? In my opinion, each of us has. The force that created us as humans could make itself into a peacock like this as easy as pie.
I know this might seem crazy to some. Why would it not? How could I possibly remember making myself into something as beautiful and symmetric as this former dinosaur is. I remember making myself into a peacock the same way I remember making myself into all the things I've ever made myself into. Bit by bit. Atom by atom. Step-by-step. Like a child creating itself inside a womb. Like a peacock inside an egg. Making myself into a somethingness without even a nayme.
So, even if you were to accept that each of us make ourselves into the living beings of the Earth, only to reject those things as useless because it doesn't perform the task we asked of it. The same task we ask of all the things we've made ourselves into. Will this creature/body get us back into the open spaces of the universe like we were before we got tricked into coming to Earth where we were made captive. All the art we create is just the next hopeful design.
I was just as moved when I saw a documentary on PBS about the life span of Monarch butterflies. It wasn't the individual beauty of solitary Monarchs as much as it is the beauty of their gathering in Mexico. I've never seen that except by film. I have seen them gather on the coast line of the Gulf of Mexico near Ocean Spring, Mississippi.
I didn't know why the Monarchs gathered there. Literally, just yards away from the salt water of the Gulf. After I saw the documentary last year I realized they were probably just resting up to fly over the Gulf of Mexico to their winter home in Mexico, or they could have just flown across it on their way north to their nesting grounds in North America, especially Canada.
The part about their migration that fascinated me the most was that the Monarchs stop twice on their way north and go through the whole process of laying eggs and becoming worms and then butterflies again before they continue north. Twice, they do that, before they get to their final destination, but they fly back to Mexico in one incarnation. Is this just one entity that does this? Is it the same entity that lays the eggs that continues on the flight north?
Is Earth just a stopping place for humans just like Mississippi and the other stopovers are for Monarch butterflies? Do we stop here to take on an intermediate form while we rest up for the rest of some flight that this Earthly stopover is just part of some larger cycle?
