The butterfly does not know why got into a leaf and grew with wings to fly, but it does this every time without fail we use humans can see why, but we cannot even come close to replicating what a butterfly does without trying.
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I search for a thought that will let me fall asleep. That is what sleep has become an object to search for in my mind – the brighter the object is the deeper sleep, and the sweeter the dreams.
Anthropological Magical Realism 