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How Mother Nature's true nature is not discussed adequately in our schools... |
Live And Let Die A chrysalis is pronounced with a certain spill of lips, lidded together in the beginning, a ribbed clasp of the mouth and the mouth then opens, the parting of teeth pulls an inhalation inward first, then upon the outflow, we exhale with a solid "k" pronunciation, letting the soft "cry" escape into the air surrounding our ears, and as that soft sound emerges, the "s" consonant now slides outward on same breath, the sound of "salis" sails 'tween our teeth clenched together, sending sound waves 'round the room and into the ears of those who can hear it in rapt wonder. And we sit in our wooden chairs, looking out the glass of the classroom windows seeking out just exactly where do we find such wonders but then it is revealed to us that Nature has purpose all her own, undeniable and with phenomenal force, the clocks within the classroom hold nothing in common with her design in hand. We are told that her timing is always perfect, her nature though cold and aloof to some, never fails. The projector casts the movie upon the palate of concrete block painted off-white just for this purpose, as we see the pupae hanging, sack-like and held to the underside of a large leaf by a twig-like attachment that reminded me of the seed of sycamore trees, held encased in a tough nutshell casing whose attachments were used by the First Peoples to make bowstrings many. We see the ribbed casing split open in a fast-forward motion of the movie, at times distracted by the pattern of concrete block lines where mortar joined them together. And as the pupae gave way to the chrysalis, and as the chrysalis in its birthing wetness gave us the beauty of the tiger swallowtail pirhouetting before flying off, I am struck by two profound reasons both at once so it seems, mortared together with concrete reasons. Mother Nature cares not whether you live. And she cares not one bit whether you die. Live and let die ... |