Well. I have written the title of the post without thinking about the content. But that does not keep me from writing something. Anything.
It is a kind of freedom. And it will be about Metamorphosis. That is what everything is about, anyway. Only butterflies and frogs are very good at it and do it rather obviously.
However, we live in constant metamorphosis, in constant change. Even rocks can do that.
So we are a big family: butterfly, slate, humans. Ha. I know that already, but do you, dear follower, reader, facebook friend? Open your eyes and see.
In an empty world, full of Goschpoidls and Bauernbergpark Men, we can see it every day, every second, every blink of an eye.
But how do we react? We are either angry (in the case of Goschpoidls) or frightened (in the case of Bauernbergpark Men). We are so self-centered that we don't realize that this is part of the game, of us, of ourselves.
We moan, and suffer, instead of sitting still, watching and enjoying. We ruin our days by switching on the TV or reading the news. We could do something good instead: Nothing.
It is magic.
You'll never know what you can achieve by not doing things.
The clever ones among you followers, readers, Facebook friends, Romans, countrymen and lovers will say: Yes I will starve.
However, someone might just come along and feed you, and then only your pride can starve you to death.
Metamorphosis: From Ovid, to rock formations, from frog to butterfly, to us. Watch out and fly on the wings of change.
