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Why Do Butterflies Die?

Adapted from “The Elephant Talks To God” ~ Dale Estey

“God, can I ask you a question?”

“Everyone else does,” said God. “What have you got for me this time?”

“It’s about the butterflies.”

“Yes?”

“How come they live for just a season?” The elephant looked down to the ground, then back to the cloud. “They’re so beautiful and so light . . . and friendly. And they do a great job of taking pollen everywhere and helping the flowers and plants. Why, they’re even making sure there is going to be food for me, isn’t that right?”

That’s right,” answered the cloud. “From the butterfly to you with a few extra stages thrown in.”

“So why do they die so soon?”

“Butterflies don’t live a season,” said God. “They live a life.”

“But they’re gone when . . .”

“They’re gone when it’s their time,” answered the cloud. “To a butterfly the season is their life. They expect nothing more and fulfill their existence. To the trees, your life is brief.”

“You mean the butterfly thinks of its season like I think of my years?”

“Seconds or hours, long shadows or short, it’s all the same kind of time,’ said God. “The butterfly feels he has as long a life as you.”

“Really?” asked the elephant.

“Yes,” said God.

“I’m glad,” said the elephant.

And then God spoke to the elephant, and called him by his name, and filled his heart full of his beloved butterflies, and they soared through his blood, wing tip to wing tip, until he understood the power of their life.

This Is A TEST – But You Wish It Wasn’t

This is a Test

(But not “the” Test)

For,

If it were the real

Test,

It would need an

Answer,

Or two,

Or even

Multiple choice.

But

It is not that test.

It is just a

Test

To announce

Something

Or

To warn about

Something

Or

It is a test to warn

About

A warning.

A Test

Basically

To say,

*IF*

This was

A Test

Get

Your shit together

Or

Bend over and

Kiss your ass 

Good-bye.

That is all.

It is*That*

Type of test.

DE  BA UEL

Circles Within & Circles Without Are The Answers To All The Questions

Perhaps it is circular, but this observation, from an admittedly unreliable observer in one of my short stories, has been continuously popular over the last few years. It has even surpassed interest in Kafka. Wot the Franz?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Circles are the answer.

“Just look at any circle and you’ll see what I mean. Of course, no one else is to know about the circles. They must be very stupid if they can’t see something so obvious.

“Yet, you get hints, don’t you – all the time out there. And in your own life – the way things happen so you never get anywhere. Never change.

“The earth, of course, and the sun – well, that’s something you can see. Either way you look at it, the one goes around the other in a big circle that takes in the whole sky. And the earth and the sun and the moon are round  – all circles in their own right. So you have circles which are going around in circles, if you get my meaning.

“And if you look further – reach out into the universe as far as you can go – they tell us that everything is going around everything else. Smaller circles and elongated circles which take in such large distances that numbers become forgotten.

“Now, this means that everything, eventually, comes back upon itself. The beginning is really the end. That’s what most people would think – and that’s where they make their mistake.

“You see, things don’t start by beginning – they start by ending. It’s the end which comes first in a circle, so, instead of going back to where it started, it comes back to its end.

“That explains it.”

Kitten Answers The Questions Sent From Ship To Shore

Paw, the kitten,
Named such because
He’s an all black cat,
With one white mitton,
Sits on my shoulder,
As a raggle-taggle line,
Of storm-delayed ships,
Pass my Lighthouse.


I get flag signals,
And shutter signal lamps,
Asking about my new feline.


I tell Paw
To raise his white paw.
And he does.

Extra fish for him tonight.

I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}

DE BA. UEL

There Was A Strange Question On Twitter

There was an odd question
On Twitter.
 
I mean,
Even an odd question
For Twitter.
 
“Can Dragons and Unicorns be friends?”
 
Who thinks up these things?
I mean,
Really,
Who?
 
But, oddly
(That is –
Even odder still)
I have an answer.
 
I wrote the book.
A Lost Tale.
My first novel.
 
Well
You know,
My first
Published
Novel.
There were others
That came before.
 
And in that novel
There was
Certainly
A Unicorn.
Some say
An Unicorn
(With which I
do not quibble).
 
But –
And most readers might
Not know this
As it took up
But one line –
There was also a
Dragon.
 
On a night when
The mysteries
Went beyond even
The Mysterious.
 
And I can state
(Even if it was not baldy
Stated in the novel),
That they
Were,
Indeed,
Friends.
 
And,
If you can’t
Believe
The guy who
Wrote the book,
Then
Who
Can you
Believe?
 
~ DE BA. UE

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