John, do you know why butterflies flit? Fireflies light? Comets fall, trees grow, cats purr, and tails wag?
Well, I have some hunches, and here's my favorite: each is an aspect of the one who perceives them, emissaries of self, disguised by the elements, caught in an act of self-reflection, noticed at just the right time and in just the right place, to remind the dreamer, as if by metaphor, of their own sublime miracle.
Kind of like you are, to me.
Flit,
The Universe
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