i was thinking if love is a drop in the sea of hate could you drown in a sea of love. i was thinking about a butterfly i rescued from the lake, a captive of the surface, trying to swim up, wings held between elements, seeing clouds of reflection and clouds of sky. i was thinking of carrying the butterfly to the shore, waiting with the butterfly while the wings dried, watching the butterfly rise. i was thinking how dire the dilemma has to get real before people rise.