Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall


Crawling across the leaf of a glorious yellow lily, I stopped to listen to what the great voice was saying nearby.  When it spoke, I shivered, the deepness buried beneath time.  My wings reverberated to the musical tone as I held on to the leaf tightly.

With most of my eyes I saw only shadows and light, no form before me other than the flowers and trees; only a hint of moving harmony, a wave in rhythm to the chords of a piano.  A soprano serenade danced in the background, cheerfully rising and falling like rain.  Soft, loud; almost a symphony spoken softly, then forcefully.

But the words…the words stopped my heart from beating, I froze as the question came from another direction; one I couldn’t see on the other side of the lily. 

“How did you do it?”

I waited, holding my breath, cleaning my front legs, ready to spring if things got scary, and heard this:

“How do you tell your fingers to type a story?

How do you tell the paintbrush where to fall?

How do you know when you’re happy?

How did you feel when I answered your call?”

The other voice remained silent, thinking about his answer.  Then he said,

“I don’t know, my brain does it.”

“Well, there ya go.”

I sat there for a moment laughing to myself, I’d wondered so often how the world began.  I’d prayed that after my death I would finally get to ask God how He did it.  But to understand God, and what His brain must be like: is like asking a cornflake to figure out where the milk came from. 

It was like an awakening for me; time to stop wasting time wondering about things our tiny little brains will never understand.  Even if it were explained to us, we’re still too unaware; obtuse, oblivious, and witless.  At the incredibly slow rate our brains evolve, it could be billions of years before we reach that level of consciousness. 

So I flew away, smiling to myself, and headed for the next bunch of flowers, peonies, I believe they’re called.


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