Take the butterfly for example. Bypass, if you can, the smooth glint and grin of tilted wings harmonizing with the wind. Look beyond how it floats through gravity’s realm, deftly impervious to its clutches. See deeper than its origin story of predestined transformation. Know all of that, and see none of it. Look at the butterfly… and see- a butterfly.
The butterfly is an amazing truth.
Because it is a butterfly.
It is a self contained, blossoming bastion of unique beauty. Its very not-contingent-upon-your-approval existence is, itself, bold attitude defining it outside of its attributes. Look from afar through a telescope; look up close with a microscope.
Same miracle. Same butterfly. Same created existence wrapped up in something that both you and I lack.
The closest we’ll ever get to being what the butterfly is is through idiomatic literary extravagance. Metaphors, similes, and poetical analysis analogous to dimensional paralysis- we must freeze the moment we enter the butterfly’s world, and create a memorable memory to cling to when time catches us back up again.
There are some amazing truths at work in this world.
More than there is time to tell of them.
But the butterfly is one, and your neighbor is two.
Just a couple, out of a long line, of synchronous, disparate truths… and amazing to boot.