Now that I know how to solve a rubik's cube, whenever I see a disarranged cube, I fiddle with it until all the same colors are brought to the same face, nicely arranged. What motivates me to do this? Do I hate disorder? No. That can't be true, 'cause everytime I see the cube completely solved, I disturb it, move pieces randomly until it appears a mess again, so I can solve it again when I get bored. Does that mean I hate order?
I suppose its what some sacred texts say: nothing is constant. Everything keeps changing; everything except change itself!
Metamorphosis is a dramatic form of this change, where a ugly looking fat, slimy, crawling insect changes into a beautiful, wing'd one, signifying a change in status as well, from a "wanna squash it under foot" to "oh look! how beautiful!". I happened to recieve a forwarded mail which claimed that eagles undergo a similar change too, though not so drastic, yet just as painful: a five month process, in which the eagle breaks it old beak and talons and waits to
regrow new ones and pluck its old heavier feathers to grow new light ones. Apparently, the eagle is forced to undergo this change in order to continue living.
This kind of change is often a literary element in almost all stories, especially the eastern ones: God descends to restore order when there is increase in the "evil" element. And those who are familiar with eastern legends might wonder then, whether God would descend to restore order when good "dominates" over evil, too. I suppose He would not feel it necessary to descend. His fallen angels would do the work!
The western literature is full of such fairy tales, where the protagonist finds a sudden inspiration/strength to fight his battle. Unfortunately, for those dreamy eyes who think life is like a fairy tale, humans are not blessed with metamorphosis. Like the slithering brethren, the snakes, humans need a change of skin every now and then - like it or not.
Jade.
I suppose its what some sacred texts say: nothing is constant. Everything keeps changing; everything except change itself!
Metamorphosis is a dramatic form of this change, where a ugly looking fat, slimy, crawling insect changes into a beautiful, wing'd one, signifying a change in status as well, from a "wanna squash it under foot" to "oh look! how beautiful!". I happened to recieve a forwarded mail which claimed that eagles undergo a similar change too, though not so drastic, yet just as painful: a five month process, in which the eagle breaks it old beak and talons and waits to
regrow new ones and pluck its old heavier feathers to grow new light ones. Apparently, the eagle is forced to undergo this change in order to continue living.This kind of change is often a literary element in almost all stories, especially the eastern ones: God descends to restore order when there is increase in the "evil" element. And those who are familiar with eastern legends might wonder then, whether God would descend to restore order when good "dominates" over evil, too. I suppose He would not feel it necessary to descend. His fallen angels would do the work!
The western literature is full of such fairy tales, where the protagonist finds a sudden inspiration/strength to fight his battle. Unfortunately, for those dreamy eyes who think life is like a fairy tale, humans are not blessed with metamorphosis. Like the slithering brethren, the snakes, humans need a change of skin every now and then - like it or not.
Jade.
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