The beetle of truth
20Dec07
You look deep into the eyes of a beetle, and you will see yourself reflected there. It will be the real you, the whole you, the so-help-me-god you. And, you may not like what you see, but then again, you just might. You could admire the no-holds-barred you, the I-don’t-give-a-fuck you, or the unforgettable you, that shows so clearly in those black-pool eyes. You may despise the wracked-with-guilt you, the indecisive you, the yes-your-arse-looks-big-in-that-you-stupid-fool you. You must understand that what you see is the true you, in that moment in time. It takes a strong person to hold the truth-gaze of the beetle. It takes a stronger one to brave that coleopteran-gaze twice.
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Is this photo in anyway connected to the assertion that men are bastards? Just wondering. I’d be the last bastard to defend my gender.
Look into the eyes of the beetle Mad, you will know.
This is not nonsencycle, it is very cool. All you writing here displays a quick mind, a wild and open heart and a great geft for the language. Very cool.
I don’t think I need to look into its eyes. The photo is a true enough likeness.
Good writing and picture again, Lilli; in my humble opinion.
i wish the beetle was here so I could see properly for once… just catching up on blogs as haven’t had internet access at home and am sad to read that maybe your great date from a week + ago now has resulted in a men are shit post, oh no, but great also to read that you have a good friend to talk to too… xxx
and if instead of gazing, we should choose instead to squish it…
I suppose that would reveal something of the self, as well?
Excellent photo, as always!
I’m not sure I’m strong enough to stare into the eyes of a beetle …
This picture of the beetle reminded me of the beetle of death in Practical Magic. Of course your beetle of truth can’t be the same one so if he comes my way, I promise I won’t squish it.