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June 14, 2005 - 6

The face of the butterfly looks like the skull of the falcon. To be contrary I flipped him off, and where he rested patiently before, he fluttered downwards. How could I be resentful of a Monarch? But I was, and that's the point.
When I saw him land next to me, I felt slightly enraptured, as I should. I became dopey, like I do when I think about the virtual relationship with animals. I had the idea that it's possible that nothing else exists except butterflies. Because maybe, butterflies are daemons who can transform themselves into anything they wished to be, and so they create my surroundings with their bodies.

I discovered this idea is terrifying to me.