The little
snowflake
There’s no denying it’s good to be a snowflake, the harshest
of temperatures do not bother us, of course they don’t. we have no nerve cells! just beautifully sharp and sparkly edges.
The best thing about being what we are has to be the reaction from the small
wobbly beings that are attached to the planet, they squeal when they see us. The
taller ones…. they don’t squeal, they groan scraping us off of their metal
boxes on wheels and complain about things called ‘roads’ being impossible to
pass. We don’t know why you don’t float like we do, it’s a much better way to
get around. But it looks like most of
you don’t enjoy being beings much of the time.
You take to your metal boxes in wheels and sit on these roads you
mention. Desperately trying to get to a
place the vast majority of you do not seem to like.
We see much of your interaction from our viewpoint. We see that the taller ones are in
charge, some have many wobbly ones under
their care, others have one or none. We
see the boxes you inhabit, we can’t quite figure out why a tall one with five
wobblers has a small box but two tall ones with one wobbler has a much bigger
box, but we’re sure there is a reason.
We see how different you all are, in appearance and action. Some are kind, patient and loving. Some are not, they are sad, sickly or broken
but no two are the same. Some are given
an elevated status in your culture, treated to larger, more decorated boxes, flying birds and
prestige (yes we know what prestige is, we are clever little snowflakes).
You look to be ruled by an array of things. Your leaders, your
boxes – both those on wheels and those that are static. You’re governed by how
much fuel you have and your tiny bits of green and blue paper. In our world
there is no leader, there’s no anarchy either, we’ve never been told what to do
so we’ve never felt the need to rebel, follow or change it. We just are, we float and settle. We’re made
into snowballs, we glisten and are captured on your cameras. Why you want a flat echo of the vast
sparkling beauty we make when many thousands of us bind together, rather than experiencing
the event with all your senses is beyond us, but this is what you do. We are light and we sway to and fro knowing
not where we land, just that we are meant to land. We are made knowing this is our purpose, from
what we’ve seen it looks like you wish you had as much clarity.
It looks like you fight about these small bits of green and
blue paper and a thick black substance which fuels many of your boxes. You fight about what the lighter ones do to the darker ones. The ones with too much sustenance seem to
decide what can be done with or about the ones that have not enough. Periodically taller beings produce tiny wobbly
ones which grow and in turn produce their own wobblers and yet no one monitors
this. You procreate with no thought of how
many more your planet can sustain. From
up here it seems the ones that have no sustenance make more wobblers to feed
then they can manage, how odd to continually produce something you love so much
but cannot provide for.
Its not all so odd, Many
of you have noble qualities and do things which makes others happier, healthier, safer. And just when the temperature drops, the darkness takes over and it gets closer to the time when we can visit, something happens.
Some of you feel a change, a shift in perception and thought. You call
this time Christmas and celebrate your boxes and roads by attaching lights and
decorations to them.
True, some of you are sadder at this time. You mourn beings
you can no longer see or converse with. And yes, some of you are unaffected by
the change that others feel.
It’s not everywhere and not by everyone but in some places and by some beings
the fighting stops. For just a while,
some of the taller ones are nicer to those that are aren’t so clean and don’t
have boxes to go in when it’s cold. Some
of you show how much good you can do and it is a wonder to behold. You’re capable of immense grace and for a small
moment in your calendar some of you extend that grace as far as it can reach. We watch as it crosses your planet.
No two of you experience the exact same emotion…. And you
think we’re all unique!
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