“Sometimes life seems as short to us as a flight of a butterfly. You have barely time to spread your wings before the evening arrives. Butterflies are delicate and fragile, the glide by in a dance and have no awareness of the imminent end… That lack of care they live with is a thing to envy. Butterflies make even the most beautiful flower more so. Memories of childhood… At my Grandma´s the kids could earn five kopeks for every moth caught. It was a profitable acivity… I remember a miraculously beautiful butterfly on the island of Malta landing on a field of potatoes…” – Merike Balod
God happens.
On a wing of a butterfly.
The world’s hieroglyph.
(Doris Kareva, Mandragora)
