It takes 3 generations for the Monarch Butterfly to travel North from its winter breading in the jungles of Mexico. This tiny critter travels miles all over North America spanning from the west to east and down to Florida. Finally returning in its 4th generation to complete its ancestral live cycle. Coming back to where it's great grands left.
It is overwhelming of how destined their lives are. The tireless cycle of live is etched in their DNA. It is almost defying death, death is a mere step in their lives in completing the actual purpose of their existence. Live and death are pit stops in their journey to while they enrich the lands in their stops to pollen-ate. How can they possibly remember where they were born when they had no contact with their predecessors?
Are these little critters more intelligent than us humans who are reduced to just spectators of this owe? Like a child I have only questions that fills my ignorance. But I cannot feel more obligated to the Monarch because it has revealed a shadow of doubt about our own ability to understand what is intelligent live.
There is a definite link between their birth and death. Through this transition, it carries on a higher purpose from birth like clock work. However, unlike us there was no bosom of maternity to nurture and care and paternal guide for the Monarch butterfly in its live. What is obvious is that death is not the end. The journey is continuous through birth and death.
The only minute feat this journey has revealed is that is started and ended in just 4 generations that spanned for about a year. The problem gets more complex if the journey is across many generations and lasting for centuries. When the beginning and the end cannot be so clearly documented, filmed and researched. When the journey does not start and end the in the same location. The offspring do not look anything like its forefathers. The problem is blasphemous to even think of.
The Monarch butterfly reminds me of my journey that I know none of. My intelligence is weaker than the Monarch because my questions reveal it. Ignorance has it that I shall always remain a seeker for this journey. However, what is resonating in my little mind is that I shall always be trembling with happiness when faced with death. That dreaded end is only the start to a new beginning. I am assured of one thing that wherever I go, I will always come back home to start all over again.
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