Maybe you were wrong - the misty rain does make a storm to some soft sensitive souls. A butterfly, trapped in a small pond formed by accumulated rain, tries hard to keep her coolness. But you can feel she is shaking inside. Who would need a mask of being useless? She IS useless despite (maybe because of) all her beauty and goodness. The rain keeps falling, making bubbles in the pond. You notice mounds and trenches on your whitening fingers and palms. You look at the voluptuous body of the butterfly: skins smooth, legs strong and a waist like a bee's. It could easily succumb to small pleasures, but it never has. She wants the deep and grand. She has practiced long for the deep and grand. Once the sky had opened a crack on a sunny day to give her a glimpse how it is like and feels, then closed it. Her wings fluttered then broken. But why does it do this to her now? Maybe the sky doesn't know it could kill her again with its casual spray. The rain becomes intense at a time. You close your eyes: it sounds like a rainforest, the ultimate example of sustainability. Yet, how many butterflies who refused to adapt had died there, before this self-sustained ecosystem, in which the survived each has found a niche, took its shape? Perhaps those butterflies didn't know Darwin's theory of evolution and selection. But would it make a difference if they had known? Some are born stubborn, even if they are aware of the consequence of their stubbornness. Stupid, people would say. But what is adaptation if it is not loosing oneself? The rain turns a little cold. The body of the butterfly is shrinking. Will she emerge from the water wings stronger or dead? You don't know. You are so occupied by her eyes, crystal clear, as if filled with tears, looking into a remote space, like those of the "Starbaby." Evolution has left its Monoliths: it was when apes learned to use bones as tools to fight other animals that a new species called Homo sapiens was born to dominate apes, and similarly, the advance of technologies (essentially tools) will only bring a species to its tomb by giving birth and yielding to another species if the cruel nature does not change - when machines learn from their creators to kill for their self-interest. It is love (more than intelligence) that makes a species superior to others. And only love could sustain a species.
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