Yesterday a butterfly got stuck in my pool, I usually try to save them. This one was trying it's hardest to fly but the water on it's wings was just slightly too heavy or something, but it was flapping really hard and making the most amazing ripple in the pool, I froze and couldn't stop looking at the ripple it was making, the ripple frequency and modulation was was slow and totally perfect, even tho it was flapping incredibly hard...but I also thought it's stuck and going to die, but I was totally fixated on the frequency and amplitudes. I managed to break my gaze and got it out. That was the most beautiful thing that made me think recently, I'm still thinking about it.
Now you’ve got me thinking about the beauty in the mundane. The real butterfly effect is the friends we make along the way. You saved the butterfly one time, and in the telling, you’ve helped save my hope in humanity. To me, these moments are as genuinely human as any achievement. To be human is to behold, and to be captivated thus.
