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Thursday, April 11, 2024

A Butterfly of Doom


Prompt: "A wooden bench in a grassy field."
 

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While the disappearance of Kate Middleton from the public eye may not seem as important as wars in the Ukraine and Gaza, everything is connected. This is the oldest story in the book. Is Kate a Butterfly of Doom? A victim of Dragons Prefer Princesses? Or will she be, when all is said and done, an Apocalypse Maiden? Prophecies are Always Right - and whatever has been done to contradict them, You Can't Fight Fate

A larger story materializes, as we gaze at a bench that was never occupied. Related archetypes are baked into our consciousness, and into our reality. Any betrayal carries with it a trick of the tail, because intentional ills, once inflicted, are always undone by the events which a willing sacrifice unlocks or catalyzes. From TV Tropes:

From Shakespeare Online, Shakespeare's Omens and Prophecies:

As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
And even the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.

(Hamlet, 1.1)

At my nativity
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning cressets; and at my birth
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shaked like a coward.

(1 Henry IV, 3.1)

Move in that obedient orb again
Where you did give a fair and natural light,
And be no more an exhaled meteor,
A prodigy of fear and a portent
Of broached mischief to the unborn times?

(1 Henry IV, 5.1)

Beware the ides of March.
(Julius Caesar, 1.2)

No natural exhalation in the sky,
No scope of nature, no distemper'd day,
No common wind, no customed event,
But they will pluck away his natural cause
And call them meteors, prodigies and signs,
Abortives, presages and tongues of heaven.

(King John, 3.4)

Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
She dreamt to-night she saw my statua,
Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts,
Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it:
And these does she apply for warnings, and portents,
And evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day.

(Julius Caesar, 2.2)

These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us.
(King Lear, 1.2) 
 

 

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