A Gulf Fritillary butterfly is really rushing for breakfast. Or egg laying or whatever. Or, perhaps my 3200 shutter speed was not fast enough? More than likely he was just outside my focus zone.
Regardless, I like it. Click to enlarge.
I spent over an hour this morning in our tiny back yard garden with my wife. Both of us clicking camera releases left and right. And then I started thinking of Left and Right, as in Liberals and Conservatives. Then I started thinking of the real battle, which is who should provide for the people, Government or Capitalists? Then I started thinking, wait, why does anyone have to provide for us? Then I heard a siren from a Pembroke Pines police car go down the highway a few blocks away, and I realize that someone has to provide some sort of social structure for us, because basically, we are all animals and mental retards.
If you are an atheist who believes in no afterlife, no spirit, that who you are is just a combination of electricity and chemistry going on inside your head, then consider yourself animal and mind.Your mind is your lofty thoughts about poetry and peace and friendship, love. Your animal body is like a wild wolf, always focused on survival and that means food, sex and shelter.Your mind is constantly struggling to measure how much animal you are and how much mind.
If you are a person of faith, then consider yourself an animal, a soul and a spirit. The soul is your consciousness, your mind, and you are always struggling to live by the flesh or by the spirit. The Spirit is God.
Regardless, we are energy beings living inside of brutal animal bodies. There are emotions from the flesh and emotions from the spirit. Flesh is fear, anger, bitterness, hate. All of these twist and turn down into the root emotions of survival. If we did not have these animal emotions hardwired into this person we are, we would not need government nor corporations to establish a structured society.
I find myself sometimes driving on the Florida Turnpike to work in the morning doing 75 MPH and I am passed by someone doing 85. If I am not careful, I will speed up. “What does he think he is doing passing me?” “I’m not going fast enough for him?”
Luckily, I don’t act on that survival emotion of the flesh. If a wolf saw another wolf who was faster, he would feel threatened, that his survival was at stake. The faster wolf would get the food first, perhaps get the best mate, etc. That is where these competitive emotions come from I think.
Even butterflies are animals. Competing for the best flowers in order to survive.
My animal emotion is freedom. I demand freedom. Anyone tries to take that away from me and I get into my animal mode. This is why the Democrats with their love for a Father Government taking care of everyone scares the shit out of me. There is little difference between being taken care of and slavery.
And when corporations get too much power, my raw animal survival instincts kick in, and I become angry with them and the conservatives, who want everything based on the almighty dollar. Life can’t be exchanged for currency. The capitalist will enslave us just as quickly as the government.
But then I thought, all of that is meaningless. It is made up crap by people inside animals who are also retarded.
I did not think about politics again the entire day.
And I felt wonderful!
Some Blogging Guy
In case you don’t know, I used to be heavily invested in politics. I was state chair of a “minor” political party. I found I was going truly nuts, so I quit. I generally tend to ignore politics as much as possible, as it is better for my mental health. Every four years or so, I do get involved a little bit, but only as a gadfly, never in any serious or campaigning manner.
So, anyway, yeah, just ignoring it is the right course if you find that it truly upsets you (and you feel you don’t really have the tools to change it.)
Love the first shot, by the way. It looks like the world’s fastest butterfly!
Thanks. I like that first shot too.
Okay, I’m not really crazy about butterflies. either. One of his little relatives (the dreaded tomato horn worm) came around a few weeks ago and COMPLETELY stripped my pepper plant that I had growing here for 3 years. There goes breakfast …. AGAIN!