Often writing can explore a single image or concept and expand it into a philosophical idea.
We think of most prose as including a sort of beginning, middle and end but sometimes it’s freeing just to explore an individual idea about larger concepts. Today’s writing is A BODY OF MEMORY, a short, philosophical piece about time and transformation.
Circles and circles. The butterfly holds the key to time with its tiny, delicate wings. Its black body holds the secrets of transformation. As it flutters by from place to place, the world around it quietened, the creature’s past is always with it. The caterpillar. it was stretched from one place to another, in a motion from pillar to pillar, from green to green until it sat up one day and stretched out to touch the open air.
Inside its cocoon it undertook a metamorphosis, its body changing with time, shut off from the world outside in its secret pocket. How like the butterfly we are? We shift and change, ending as a winged angel, coloured patterns matching from one to the other. Inside though, the memory of that plump green caterpillar that morphed in its hidden space, that creature that time transformed as it wished to, sculpting it as we wished. We are all like that creature, a product of time, a product of nature and yet no single caterpillar is identical to the next.
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