accident.

All events in life are actually accidents. Some events just simply happen much faster than the others. We tend to only think that an event is an accident when it happens so quickly that we cannot react properly to save ourselves from harm caused by the event. Sometimes they result in what we regard as a total failure to save ourselves: death. If only everything is neutral and death is not a bad thing, we will never recognise accidents as the special events of our lives.

I wonder about the moment when a mosquito turns from a wriggle to a flying mosquito, right at the moment when it breaks through the water’s surface tension with its almost fully developed wings to get ready to start to fly. Is the wriggle’s attitude towards that transformation in any way similar to our attitude towards death?

(Would it, like my father, smile, in the knowledge that it will soon be able to fly?)

Maybe I should write about butterflies instead. Not because the butterfly is more proper for this thought; just because it might be easier for us, mere mortals, to imagine being released out of a cocoon, being that much dependant on our body to perceive the world.