Confession to a Crime

Dragonflies

Oh come on, did you really think I am a criminal? Maybe I was once, when I was a kid. So here I am confessing to a crime. 

Dragonfly

I see this little dragonfly in front of me. Landed on a leaf of grass, like a little copter on a Helipad. Wings shut down, head down yet on super alert mode. Moment he senses some danger it is going to fly away super fast, steered from its tail. I am sure engineers designed helicopters after them as the similarity is remarkable. Have you ever thought about it? 

Would you be surprised if I told you you can still catch one of them, with bare hands? Not without a net. I have done it many times when I was a kid and I would not ask you to do it. There is nothing to learn by doing it, nothing to gain. Just a  shameful memory of a crime. The best thing you can do to nature is to leave it as it is. If you do not know why, read my article on sin cycle.

There is nowhere beyond I have to look to understand life, than the dragonfly. It's gone now in search of food, to persist its short existence for a few days. Does it even entertain itself? Listening to a song? Watching some documentaries? Reading a poem. How pathetic is the life of a dragonfly without entertainment. Just fear and hunger drives everything like a cockroach which ran across my body the other day. How foolish I am if I think that the dragonfly, a butterfly or a bee exist for the purpose of my entertainment, to provide us honey and for me to catch and pin on a museum, like I saw last year. The stuffed animals and pinned butterflies remind me that the perspective of the world from their eyes is different from what I see. Can I get insights about my existence if I think about the life of a bee?

Bee

Bees

I can remember the painful sting I had when I was a kid, by a bee. Apart from being painful for me it was disastrous for the bee. The bee broke its back, leaving deadly wounded as its entire interior was ripped off as the sting separated from its body. So much so for a defence of its tribe. I consider this as a samurai sacrifice. Bravery is not determined by the will, it seems determined by the nature. So when I see a similar sacrifice by humans should ask, what purpose does it has on the individual? Or is It determined by nature, a couple of havoc hormones? If it's the latter what is the bravery in this?

This made me realise no animal is more selfish than a human being. At Least bees fundamentally have no idea that they sacrifice their life for their colony. Humans on the other hand sacrifice themselves for the country, ethnicity and even a belief, that they did not have when they were born. 

War

Confession to a crime

It was just a few hundred years ago, we have seen the majority of people come out of their jungles to become colonised, globalised and united. Now we are concerned about humanitarian grounds in the Middle East. Yet a few hundred years ago, brutality which prevailed in abundance in the world was unimaginable. Even today we are just a few days away from a mega scale catastrophe which can break the illusion of honesty and push the majority of human minds to survival mode in Global scale. Until then, yes we can sing songs of freedom that our ancestors brought us after rivers of blood baths, which might be enough to give life to the dead Sea, if collected. Unless we realise that we are just seaweed drifting in currents, nature's forces that do not cease to stop, there would be no escape. So the crime is not only suppressing the weak, but also not acknowledging the potential of  a criminal does not vanish just overnight.