Thursday, August 23, 2012

The Butterfly's Regard

I didn't know, until seeing the pictures on screen, that the butterfly (moth?) had regarded me.  It is curiosity, no?  In its regard, its turning, in its face.  It's face! I hadn't even known it had a face!     

Who are you?  What are you doing?  What do you want?  It thinks, no?  It could have been thinking any of these, or all of these, no? 

The creature took an interest in my taking an interest in the creature.  It is a correspondence, a conversation.  I should have always known this to be true.  But I am still coming to know it, apparently.  It would be good to remember...


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