Thursday, August 25, 2011

They Were Original

The ferns were very original, and were no other than ferns, because I was very normal this morning, though they seemed to be wary and skeptical of my presence.

They continued to be truly themselves the moment I moved away.

They rarely escaped from being victimized by my weird way of thinking, but at least not for this time, because I was very normal this morning, but they did not know.

"What a relief! The old man has left us." I began to hear the gossip behind me, which usually took place after pressure was released.

Monday, August 22, 2011

What does a Butterfly mean?

What is a butterfly to you?

"Was I the man who dreamed he was a butterfly, or am I a butterfly that is now dreaming that it is Zhuangzi?" Though tiny, a butterfly seemed to disturb Zhuangzi during the fourth century BC, but it has continued to twist our mind until now.

Two lovers emerged as butterflies from a grave in the Butterfly Lovers, a Chinese equivalent of Romeo and Juliet, and these butterflies further inspired the creation of The Butterfly Lovers' Violin Concerto.

East and West then meet when people starts to talk about butterflies.

The "butterfly effect" is felt, although a butterfly is simply a few black lines and black dots in Picasso's drawing.

And a butterfly was no more a butterfly when Madame Butterfly was named.

What is in a bird's mind when it meets a butterfly? That certainly has nothing to do with philosophy or literature; that must be not so complicated.

Thursday, August 18, 2011


When I looked back, to my surprise, the fern frond had changed into a stranger behind me. I never talked bad about it before that, we had just a minor disagreement.

It grew a pair of relatively small and triangular ears, and a long but narrow muzzle; it raised its head, the eyes that showed signs of hatred never moved away from me, and the short brown fur did not look friendly either.

The fern frond was very foxy indeed.

What a cartoon-like behavior, and it was definitely too early to be a werewolf in daylight. I shall surely laugh if a green Hulk was transformed, but what's actually in my mind was Pluto's Devil that had instigated some evil actions, and was now pushing very hard in order for the frond to put them into action.

What a cartoon-like behavior!

I walked away without a second thought, and met many Pluto's Angels on my way downhill.

"When we lose the right to be different, we lose the right to be free." The fern frond had to know that.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Toad From the Moon

The toad croaked while I was reading in my bed. As the noisy and annoying lizards on the ceiling had retired, I managed to guess it must be a big one down there.

I went searching in my garden the next day. The toad was kind of embarrassing upon seeing me for which I did not have a good explanation at that moment.

The croaking sound stopped the following nights. After putting pieces of information together, these were what I read: The toad must have already returned to the Moon where it was summoned to compound and re-compound the elixir of life for thousands of years. It was so unlucky to be discovered, but the secret was still its own at that time.

It still croaks at night on the Moon; you are able to listen with the help of some luck.

I guess Beethoven had those, that's how he was inspired, and hence Moonlight Sonata can be played when my luck is absent.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Benefit of Hiking

Critters first learn from their parents, then from friends and also through experiences. This was exactly what the ants were doing, in a secret military academy at Cerok Tokun.

There is a communication game, Chinese whisperers: The first player whispers a message to the next player. Each player successively whispers what have been heard to the next. We then laugh at the seriously distorted message in the end.

The ants learn by leaps and bounds, and by walking the talk. By the way, I am not as good to understand whether they do laugh or not. They always keep secrets away from me, but they will be as intelligent as us, in times to come.

The new ruling force may not arrive from alien planet. They are in our proximity.

Anyhow, here is the key point, the benefit of hiking: to have me known to them, as a very close friend, for my safer future.

Need my favor on this? Send me your list of names, and I shall speak to them.

Monday, August 8, 2011

She Surrendered To Me

I did not peep, I gazed at the grasshopper.

I was uninhibited: I used to watch at girls who always thought they were too pretty, or I was no match for them. They kept their ego flying high, as high as a kite; what if the kite line broke? This was, anyway, a past story in which the girls turned their head away disdainfully.

This grasshopper must be a girl.

She did the same trick that failed to discourage me, just like in those olden days.

I followed her to wherever she went, so far not yet to the moon. She hopped, hopped, hopped and hopped, to get rid of me; I strode to get sticking to her.

Ten minutes was not long to me, it must be a few months to her. She surrendered to me finally.

This was what had happened, in this morning. I was in no hurry, yet everything was accomplished. Perfect.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Woods Are Deep

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.

I rather prefer to walk around, but see only the surface, and that has already occupied all of my time. I wonder what the thought of the Statue of Liberty is, after watching at a fixed angle, and at different depth of fields, for 124 years. It must be very deep if she can tell.

What a frog is to you? It brings joy and excitement to my friend, Ratty, though it is only a frog, that's like an unknown bug, or a little weed flower to me.

I always agree that woods are lovely, dark, and deep, and I have promises to keep. I shall explore deep inside when I have finished the surface.