לפני 13 שנים. 7 בנובמבר 2011 בשעה 22:22
Rudyard Kipling, that purveyor of mightily fine tales, wrote a short story, dedicated to his Best Beloved (who, in the context of this site, one might think was his sub or his slave or his Dom, but who, I rather believe, was actually his daughter) called "The Butterfly who Stamped".
It was about a butterfly who wished to impress upon his mate, Mrs Butterfly (natch) that his foot stamping was the stuff of legends, and that when he stamped, all the animals in the jungle quivered.
It's a lovely story.
However, my focus tonight is more concentrated on the sort of butterfly who stamps and never enjoys anything but the sort of result that one might expect, were a butterfly to choose to stamp. It's quite disappointing, or at least it would be were such a butterfly capable of acknowledging any sort of reality. However, it doesn't preclude the butterfly from perceiving the world as entirely butterfly-centric.
What's more, when this kind of butterfly stamps, sometimes it likes to pretend that it didn't, and wipe out and obliterate all traces of the action.
Fortunately for those of us who enjoy a good evening's entertainment, not everyone is willing to succumb to the treacherous wiles of a revisionist historian, and we are privileged enough to see the truth as it was and as it is -- and as it will continue to be.
There was a point to this story, but if it isn't clear now, it never will be.
Time for bed.
Ta-ta, my lovelies...