Why People Collect Butterflies

[Anne Kilmer]

You forgot about the offerings of alcohol. Some of us use it to preserve
caterpillars ... 
nice one, Bill. 
Anne Kilmer
Mayo
Ireland
There is a heavy ground fog and I am going to Cork, where, according to
the web page, there are nearly 30 species of butterfly. 
This probably means that people have actually looked at their
butterflies, and it counts the extinct and introduced ones. 
The sky is cloudless, but the ground fog has aspirations ... no promises
for the day as to actual sunshine. We'll see. 

Esther Cornelius wrote:
> 
> This is why people collect butterflies:
> 
> In ancient times, before the great forests were cut, giant butterflies
> flew over the land, and they collected people. These people were kept
> inside the faceted chrystal webs of the butterflies eyes.
> 
> Suspended in dreamtime cocoons where time stands still, the butterflies
> studied the people, trying to learn why people were so obtuse in their
> perception of the world, and how people could even survive with such
> limitations and arrogance.
> 
> Well, eventually they collected a chieftain with whom they could
> communicate. ( we call him Joe, though his real name is lost to time).
> Chief Joe pleaded for the people, "Let us return to our world and we
> will always honor you as equals. We'll build shrines to the Chrystal and
> Web world".
> 
> The butterflies were amazed to percieve such emotion and coherency, and
> the great council of The Lords of the Air voted to release the people,
> and that chief Joe would represent Butterflies in the world of people,
> and the people would be taught the secret of butterfly kinship.
> 
> So the people were released and they rained down out of the butterflies
> eyes and fell back to earth. Chief Joe stood up as the dream was fading
> he said "Don't forget, we have to remember butterfly names and build
> butterfly shrines of glass and web, and we will gain uh... total
> knowledge!!"
> 
> Well, the people didn't know who Joe was, but they all had strange
> memories, and they felt compelled to realate with butterflies somehow
> with certain names and nets and glass boxes, forever seeking some kind
> of knowledge, but not remembering why, and Joe eventually got a job
> sackng groceries at Holiday Market.
> 
> Bill