The Purple-Tinted Spectacle

Reflection #72: My kitten reminds me of the importance of leisure

The kitten was in thrall to a spectacle outside. He sat chittering and twittering on the window sill, nose pressed against the glass, and I stepped outside to investigate.

I stood outside the window under the blooming mountain laurel. Sunshine shone sublimely, bees buzzed busily, butterflies flitted and flowed, they all performed their dance of delight around the purple explosion of blooms that ejected their phermonic pollen into the surrounding air, filling it with the pleasant odor of childhood summers: Little league baseball games with Hubba-Bubba tucked into the corner of one's mouth, blowing bright purple bubbles, and lazing around on a hot day in a hypnogic dreamy state, living in purple-tinted imagination.

I stood this way for a few timeless moments, in a sort of living j'hana where I disappeared into the flowing river of bliss – enraptured as the kitten before me had been.

I went back inside and agreed with him; it was indeed a sacred spectacle that we were both blessed to behold, he yawned, licked my finger in silent agreement, and turned back to continue his study of the miracle of life.

Cats are the runes of beauty, invincibility, wonder, pride, freedom, coldness, self-sufficiency, and dainty individuality - the qualities of sensitive, enlightened, mentally developed, pagan, cynical, poetic, philosophic, dispassionate, reserved, independent, Nietzschean, unbroken, civilised, master-class men.

— H. P. Lovecraft

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Everything written in this post (and all my posts) is written 100% by me, Clintavo, a flesh and blood human seeking to grow my soul and come home my truest self; for that is the essence of creativity. I do not use AI to assist me with writing — that would deny me the very growth of my world through writing that I seek.