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Imago
Boys turn into men. That is nature's simple, but ineluctable schema.
A seed takes root; a sprout soon appears; it thrives, growing steadily stronger and robust. In the misty morning stillness at the fullness of its frondescence, buds quietly emerge, auguring what is about to come its "finest hour"; a magnificently resplendent efflorescence wondrous enough to imply this was the whole idea its whole purpose being this powerful phenomenon, delivering a vision of beauty and an awareness of joy to all who behold it.
Ah! too soon the colors fade, the bloom wilts, the pedals drop. "The boy" enters chrysalis; what emerges is "the man"; a boorishly wary, ruggedized version of what once was. Like a fiendishly diabolical reversal of the process, the butterflies enter the cocoons, and the worms emerge!
Nothing comes to "the man" that meliorates the mental brilliance, physical beauty and spiritual nobility of the boy. Nothing trumps the magic of boyhood, or the exquisite naivetι which engenders the comely innocence that exists between bud and bloom.
And so what indeed is the purpose? for that momentary flash of beauty and inspiration called "the boy"? Perhaps it is only that: to deliver a vision of beauty and an awareness of joy. But perhaps the intended beholder is not the onlooker, but rather the man the boy is to become.
What young man embarks on the journey, honoring the boy who brought him to the gate? How many boys fail to see themselves for what they really are while waving goodbye as they commence their voyage into manhood?
In their hearts, many men 'live with the pain of being imperfect', seeing themselves as flies black, biting, nuisances, arisen from maggots colorless worms that feed in the darkness on putrid and rotting things. But inside every man's soul abides "Imago" the marvelous boy who never really went away the butterfly, a "flying flower" arisen from the caterpillar, the gentle connoisseur or sunlight and fresh salad.
The boy within is the source of the man's sense of wonder, adventure and possibilities. He provokes laughter, imagination and creativity skills that otherwise likely molder. The man who honors the boy and keeps his boyish things is certain to live long and prosper.
Imago
Boys turn into men. That is nature's simple, but ineluctable schema.
A seed takes root; a sprout soon appears; it thrives, growing steadily stronger and robust. In the misty morning stillness at the fullness of its frondescence, buds quietly emerge, auguring what is about to come its "finest hour"; a magnificently resplendent efflorescence wondrous enough to imply this was the whole idea its whole purpose being this powerful phenomenon, delivering a vision of beauty and an awareness of joy to all who behold it.
'When I was a boy I spoke as a boy, I understood as a boy, I thought as a boy; but when I became a man ... '
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but when I became a man, I put away my boyish things.'
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but when I became a man, I put away my boyish things.'
Ah! too soon the colors fade, the bloom wilts, the pedals drop. "The boy" enters chrysalis; what emerges is "the man"; a boorishly wary, ruggedized version of what once was. Like a fiendishly diabolical reversal of the process, the butterflies enter the cocoons, and the worms emerge!
Nothing comes to "the man" that meliorates the mental brilliance, physical beauty and spiritual nobility of the boy. Nothing trumps the magic of boyhood, or the exquisite naivetι which engenders the comely innocence that exists between bud and bloom.
And so what indeed is the purpose? for that momentary flash of beauty and inspiration called "the boy"? Perhaps it is only that: to deliver a vision of beauty and an awareness of joy. But perhaps the intended beholder is not the onlooker, but rather the man the boy is to become.
What young man embarks on the journey, honoring the boy who brought him to the gate? How many boys fail to see themselves for what they really are while waving goodbye as they commence their voyage into manhood?
In their hearts, many men 'live with the pain of being imperfect', seeing themselves as flies black, biting, nuisances, arisen from maggots colorless worms that feed in the darkness on putrid and rotting things. But inside every man's soul abides "Imago" the marvelous boy who never really went away the butterfly, a "flying flower" arisen from the caterpillar, the gentle connoisseur or sunlight and fresh salad.
The boy within is the source of the man's sense of wonder, adventure and possibilities. He provokes laughter, imagination and creativity skills that otherwise likely molder. The man who honors the boy and keeps his boyish things is certain to live long and prosper.