Metamorphosis

Papilio intrusion

I sit at the desk. Corporate world.

Yeah.

Corporate rules, corporate fruits, corporate grins across the corporate office. Corporate laughs! You can’t forget about those. I look at the monitor to see my daily tasks and devour the keyboard as an appetizer before my corporate lunch. Only 3 euros, mind you *wink wink/peace sign/smiley face*. Some thoughts intrude my working mind, “focus!” — I yell at myself. Got to focus and deliver.

The thoughts come back again, “ugh” — I sigh. This time I listen, fine. Something about life… alright.

Is this all there is to life? You’ve been here for three and a half years. Three and a half years, boy. One year in you were scoffing at the idea of sitting for that long in this machinery room, now look at you. And what makes you think you’re not gonna keep spinning those cogs for another three years? Scary, isn’t it?

Fuck. Fuck these thoughts! Why disturb the comfort. It’s fine. It’s good the way it is, I don’t need to disturb my flow.

Flow?

The flow of the steady spinning cogs.

The only flow you’ll see.

Welcome to the Machine, son,

A very fine place to be.

Lapis Lazuli

Shit, the blue pill.

I look at my corporate badge. Blue.

I look at the company’s logo. Blue.

I look at the daily plan. Blue.

I go to the freshened-up toilet.

Mmm,

Red Hot Chili Peppers are playing, nice.

I take that leak, wash my hands,

And glance at my face

In the cyan mirror.

Fucking blue.

Blue from the lack of oxygen in my head,

Lack of life, movement, and freedom.

How about a BLUE WAFFLE,

You god damn managers and supervisors.

One for you as well, corporate cogs.

When you take your daily pills,

Taste the full blue palette while you’re at it.

How long? Too long. But how much longer? One thing is for sure, it’s not a piece of cake to break from what you’re used to. Or maybe that’s an illusion, maybe it’s hard because we tell that to ourselves. A mass delusion! Thinking out a dozen steps ahead, because of the fear of staying in this status quo. Because of the persistent itch down in our souls, we act in haste and eventually waste the time we have in this place.

A wise fisherman once said

Take it easy, son.

Let’s look at it this way. If you zoom out of your corporate office, you will see that it’s in a building. The building is in the Saltoniškės district. The district is in Vilnius city. The city is in a country, a continent, a planet, the cosmos… infinity.

If you look at your position from a much larger scale, you’ll see that you’re actually situated in a very different environment than you previously thought.

Let’s look at the metamorphosis of a butterfly, but instead of scaling out of space, let’s take a span of time. The larva is in a cocoon. There is absolutely no indication that it’s going to look anything resembling a butterfly. And it doesn’t even see the outer world, only the dark and moist inside walls of the cocoon. What a life.

But it acts in spite of all that because that’s the nature of the larva. We don’t even use the word larva, we call all of those beautiful creatures butterflies.

To apply that analogy to us humans is strange in a way, isn’t it? Strange because the contrary to what we’re used to is so obvious. Yeah, why don’t we refer to ourselves as what we can potentially become? The larva knows what it has to do and it is in its genes to gain the strength to break the shell, spread those wings and fly. Why have we forgotten that fact of growth about ourselves? We can empower ourselves, and other people for that matter, knowing that we are butterflies in the making. That all is only a matter of time.

So, if we look at our lives across time, we can see that to judge our whole life based on the pressing darkness of the cocoon is simply incorrect. It’s a part of the process, a phase-in-time. This is our metamorphosis.

Taking a few steps back to look at our life objectively can make all the difference. So take it easy, accept the natural flow of things and everything will happen when it has to. It’s just may be as simple and boring as that!

Hello, fellow beautiful mole throbbed down the pipeline! My name is Elliott, and I’m just reporting the latest news from up above the underground. Here in the catacombs, we issue a good dose of intellectual masturbation.

The Electric Pipeline is providing a perspective on the psychological human state and its dynamics, where the world’s heading, and what can the (wo)man in the mirror do about it. Thanks for reading and see you around!