Why People Collect Butterflies

A (sort of) Irish Folk story and approximation of an extravagant fib my grandfather told me when I was about 5 or 6:

Long ago when the world was young, butterflies collected People, and kept them inside the crystal facets of their eyes. The People couldn't remember what they did before, because they were fed only upon the finest alcohol, but they still had feelings (one or two anyway). And one of the People was a great chieftain (his name is forgotten so we call him Chief Joe), Chief Joe pleaded with the Butterflies & said " Let my People go! And we will promise to always remember the names of the great ones from the Crystal Land and we will teach others of the Royal Lineage and Ways of Butterflies". He didn't say it quite that well, but that's what he meant, and the butterflies knew what to expect because they kept everyone blasted on purpose and for good reason.

So the Great Lords of the Air gathered in council to discuss the fate of People. The Advocate for the People was little Tullia the Milk Maid, who believed that no one was evil, and the Advocate for Butterflies was the Great Spangled Lord Fritillary (no relation), who believed everyone was evil.

Lord Fritillary said that the People were a threat to the world, and should be kept in the crystal land to be studied with the hope of someday devolving the Peoples destructiveness through hard and demeaning labor. Others also spoke against the People saying: "We'll all be sorry if we let'em go. They're faulty, powerful, and misguided creatures. Whatever it is, they get it backwards." Thus spoke the Monarch Plexippis Danae.

But then spoke little Tullia the milk maid, who was the smallest, cutest, most innocuous butterfly of all, (and oblivious to Lord Fritilary leering at her thoracic trocanter). She pleaded "Maybe People don't act properly because they want to know everything and are held down by their great brains, so if we grant them flight they will relize their happiness and attain complete knowing." Her compassion, idealism, and cute deely-bobbers (that means "antennae" in butterfly language) reminded the council of their own hope for the world and little Tullia swayed the vote of the high council to release the People.

So it was agreed, the Butterflies blinked their eyes and the People were freed and fell down out of the sky and landed on the ground. They got up dazed and hungover, foggily realizing where they were, they started to look for their car keys, & cell phones. And the dream began to fade ...

But Chief Joe drew himself up with astounding authority and almost perfect recall (due to a splitting headache from his hangover), thus he spoke: "HARKEN TO ME MY PEOPLE! (ouch . . . OMG) We must remember 'The Promise', and, ... we get, ...um... Total Knowledge!"
". . . ! Right, Dude!, You're crazy! ... uh Wait! ... I remember that too, ... I think."

So the People formed teaching centers with jars of alcohol, nets, and crystal glass topped cases, labels and books to record the names correctly, argued endlessly over the proper classifications of lineage, got everything backwards and never did remember that they could fly. Except for Joe, who eventually got a good job filling the dumpster at Wallmart.
He also married little Tullia, they had lots of caterpillars, gave away free videos about raising butterflies, & lived happily ever after.

The End (for awhile)

Butterfly Comic

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On doing the right thing

OK I get it, whosoever reads about atheists won't believe in DIY wind generators. (Bah, 'Sumatta you people!)

"Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." (Mathew 5:10)
A note to evangelists: that doesn't mean being a pain in the ass gets you into heaven.

Righteousness is where hatred and guilt come from. It's both the cause and effect that makes a person feel that they've been treated unfairly. It's the cause because without the assumption that one is worthy of fair treatment, no resentment ensues *. Fairness presupposes a common ground or equality, but the equality has to stem from something with the ability for judgement, like not a table or lamp post. People who slam tables and punch lamp posts are usually considered to be lacking reason (and/or drunk) Or Else: they've found some kind of (maybe spiritual) connection between the animate and inanimate, so that they expect some alteration of future potential to come about (broken bones?). Never the less, it has a negative effect when observed by girls who tend to cull those people from the gene pool by their lack of attention.

There's a quality of sentience that recognizes connections. Dogs know a trustworthy person. "A skilled theologian can drink from all sides of the bowl". It discerns cause and effect, things that are relative to the topic.

Tzedaka : Jewish practice of selfless giving, without expectation of recognition or reward.

"Schizophrenics hear voices in their head", maybe a better definition might be "schizophrenics respond to voices in their head" by talking back maybe (or yelling) or locking themselves away so things the voices describe won't have a channel to manifestation. In any event, they can be suckers for manipulation because of that credulity, so they're often mistrustful. Everyone has an internal dialog, only schizophrenics give it credit for independence. But that kind of credulity is apparently everyones problem, to whit: appealing to the internal dialog is a proven selling device for influencing mass belief. (Kim ll & co, Herman Goring & co, V Putin, D Trump & co.) for example by referring to an imaginary situation as though it were real, and extending conclusions to the "real" world, which were formed from the imagined interaction. In fact, "the voices" fit the definition of gods and devils living in an unseen world, and a solution where one is saved, forgiven, damned, blessed, or shunned through the intervention of an authority, exploits emotional weakness and intervenes to give solace for a psychological framework that's inherent to most people. By "most people" I'm referring to the religious, as well as schizophrenic, and anyone who accepts social edicts from an unquestionable authority. These include military, political, educational, mafioso, and corporate authorities. On further consideration, I can't think of any one who doesn't.

Awareness which is not socially relevant is subjective by default, though it occupies the greater usage of ones mental CPU. Social awareness is built on a learned verbal description of what's important, which limits what we allow ourselves to know (learn) to mostly things which we can verbally communicate (or which voices can). Those sources (social conventions) require trusting someone else's experience over our own, and though that process is the backbone of both fundamentalism and primate society, those sources may still be in error. An irrefutable example is the process that elected Donald Trump or George Bush II. (Twice!). Other examples: Historical Figures in literature (wikipedia)

That's not saying social conventions are false, we depend on them for identity and group cohesion. Without them, music or humor wouldn't exist. But since no two people remember the same event the same way, any attempt to define events is equally open to disagreement. Some people believe that recognition of event similarity is emotional, like remembering dreams. However: objective, verifiable, "hard" information depends on another persons agreement. We look to other people to see what's true, so some information is socially recognized as being an event and some ignored. The value of information is in its usefulness to the people in communication. Everyone sees UFOs, some people see Elvis or the Blessed Virgin (because Wow, y'know), nobody sees J. Edgar Hoover even though he was an unquestionable authority at the time. Now he's a swear word.

The fall of the mighty always stems from the decay of the personality cult that put them in power, and eventually it happens (lookin at Mr. Putin, w/ glee). So now the voices tell you you're bad, there's no way to counter that except by getting a second opinion from the mass subjectivity of popular opinion. What's more, it's prudent to ask people who will support you. Who's your boss Vladmir?

* One usually doesn't begrudge a Grizzly the right to the trail except maybe in retrospect when surrounded by friends with large calibre guns. Stories do exist where the Grizzly somehow showed "kindness" or "respect". Those stories are noteworthy because they grant the Grizzly a sense of fairness, which implies righteousness. (It's petty to kill the righteous over right of way)