Butterfly Wings

The sound of butterfly wings in my ears. Just one of the concepts of a mind shattering book, dictated by the flick of an eyelid from a body locked in on its self because of paralysis brought on by a massive stroke.
The book and the story it tells is famous, I understand a film was made of it, but as in most things in life it was a chance event for me as I hunted around in a strange house for something to read.
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby.
The point of the book is that in his enormously, tedious time consuming  attempt to communicate, one letter at a time he finds a reason for living even though to most people he would be considered dead.
The butterfly in his mind is alive and well but needs the fertilizer of communication to flower and as laborious as it is he has to release the images and the thoughts they produce to other human beings.
We take so much for granted, the walk to the shop, turning the page of a book saying hi to the person next to you. If all this and more is taken away from you in the moment of paralysis what is left other than memories. Today's events like yesterday's have virtually nothing to report nothing to differentiate, one from the other and the mind must eventually atrophy destroying its self through lack of nourishment. Only through the use of memory and the creative thoughts which need an outlet of some sort can sanity continue.
Writing a blog is my way of dealing with events, what's yours ?      

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