FOG? Sigh.
Apr. 25th, 2005 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grim23The Darklady's succinct post was that I get lost in form and forget function. Hmmm. My journal entry does seem to have gone there. My last journal entry does seem to be more about the form, the Friends of Grim, than allowing me to buy a clue, the function. I do surround myself with a myriad of strong friends from different subcultures, and I understand this opportunity for those friends who chose to comment to mingle and communicate was irresistible.
Well. Let me summarize the last 39 posts. Using chaos as a shield and as a weapon to end burdensome relationships, and also chi to abuse power dynamics is something I can use and consider. Perhaps the silk is too tight around the iron. I am not unhappy with anyone, and I asked for this, and there is no need for anger or apologies or permission. All of my friends have honor in their way, and their own perspectives including grief, loss, love, and anger still allow me to learn from them, even when I have not spoken to them in some time. This is not the first time I have been gifted with the concept of Chaos.
Nericksx wrote, "As to the quagmire that poor Grim's LJ has become: strangely, this forum has become about the the posters (for some) and not the postee. In everyone's defense, Grim asked for it. Whether you feel it is right or wrong to take him up on it is another matter. I doubt anyone here (most CERTAINLY not me) would have the courage to take off one's armor and hand out rocks. If Grim wants his LJ community to oblige him in creating a digital gauntlet, who are we to deny him that? I think that as long the insight is kept reasonably general (no, "remember that time back in '97 when you said....") and done in a true spirit of helpfulness and caring, then it can be nothing but positive, if hard to take."
Those who really know me well know that I am trying to rest my Warrior Self, and my armour has been used up for some time, and not yet replaced. Yet, the analogy fits. Gauntlet? Nope. That means I'm running away. I'm going to stand here, again without judgment or comment.
Throw rocks.
Well. Let me summarize the last 39 posts. Using chaos as a shield and as a weapon to end burdensome relationships, and also chi to abuse power dynamics is something I can use and consider. Perhaps the silk is too tight around the iron. I am not unhappy with anyone, and I asked for this, and there is no need for anger or apologies or permission. All of my friends have honor in their way, and their own perspectives including grief, loss, love, and anger still allow me to learn from them, even when I have not spoken to them in some time. This is not the first time I have been gifted with the concept of Chaos.
Nericksx wrote, "As to the quagmire that poor Grim's LJ has become: strangely, this forum has become about the the posters (for some) and not the postee. In everyone's defense, Grim asked for it. Whether you feel it is right or wrong to take him up on it is another matter. I doubt anyone here (most CERTAINLY not me) would have the courage to take off one's armor and hand out rocks. If Grim wants his LJ community to oblige him in creating a digital gauntlet, who are we to deny him that? I think that as long the insight is kept reasonably general (no, "remember that time back in '97 when you said....") and done in a true spirit of helpfulness and caring, then it can be nothing but positive, if hard to take."
Those who really know me well know that I am trying to rest my Warrior Self, and my armour has been used up for some time, and not yet replaced. Yet, the analogy fits. Gauntlet? Nope. That means I'm running away. I'm going to stand here, again without judgment or comment.
Throw rocks.
Re: This seems like an appropriate metaphore... part 2
Date: 2005-04-28 11:01 pm (UTC)What happens?
Very little.
But then… sit on a butterfly.
What happens?
The butterfly feels crushed. It’s so humiliated it refuses to move. It just lies there refusing to even look like a healthy butterfly anymore.
Of course, some people will say that this is a stupid experiment. Most people believe butterflies are delicate, easily wounded things, while rocks are hard and tough to break. These people, of course, expect that if you sit on a butterfly it will dies, and expect that sitting on a rock will change it very little.
But let me ask you this, if that’s what you believe: what happens when a butterfly stays still and lets you sit on it?
It becomes a rock, that’s what.
How can that be?
I wish I could tell you.
That’s just the way it happens.
It’s a miracle.
Butterflies flee: that’s their nature, the way they are. Rocks stay still: that’s they way they are. So if the butterfly stays still while some big ass is coming down on it, then the butterfly changes into a rock.
Like I said, it’s a miracle, and it actually happens, although you might find that hard to believe.
Maybe this will help you believe it: remember that once upon a time that butterfly was a caterpillar, a type of little worm that crawled slowly along the ground. Then, it changed into a beautiful thing that could fly, could dance on the breeze. Well, that’s one miracle, and I bet you’d have a hard time explaining exactly how that happens.
It’s the same with me. I’ve seen butterflies change into rocks merely by sitting there, by refusing to be afraid. They lose their pride, and then they are rocks. All I can say about how it happens is that it’s a miracle.
And it rarely happens.
Most butterflies fail.
They are full of fear.
Pride, remember, is just another form of fear.
A great deal of energy is wasted being fearful, wasted by refusing to take life as it comes. But the truth is: we creatures of the earth have only a limited amount of energy, so we pay dearly if we waste it. The butterfly darts here and there, always suspicious, always watching out for danger. By doing this it wastes its vital energy. On the other hand, rocks just sit there saving their energy. That is why rocks live forever, and butterflies die so young.
From Yet Another Anonymous, Yon Anon, who you once called friend, but did not act like a friend toward. Perhaps it is time to stop hanging out with butterflies Grim...?