The Monkey and The Butterfly

This short story is based on an idea we had with my friend Naomi this summer. A starlight sky can inspire a lot of things, eh ?

The Monkey and The Butterfly

Everyone knows what the World looks like. A big blue ball lost in the Universe. On this big blue ball, various creatures live together with various degrees of Harmony.

Among all these creatures, a very few can dream.
Among these very few are monkeys, similar to the one we know. Among all these monkeys, at this very moment, some are sleeping. And among these sleeping monkeys, one does a very special dream. This monkey is The Monkey.

In its dream, it imagines creatures that would be similar to it. Since it fell asleep, it has seen these monkeys change, lose their hair, stand on their back limbs, grow, communicate with a complete language… and end up calling themselves “Humans”.

It has seen these Humans waging war and making peace. It has seen these Humans creating mad things. It has seen these Humans being the worst and the best of creatures.
It has seen these Humans organising sounds and making from them what they have called “Music”. And it has seen Music evolve in its own way to become what they named “Heavy Metal”.

The Monkey, in his sleep, slowly headbangs in rythm with the Music the Humans are playing.

These humans think they live, love and die. But they are merely creatures imagined by The Monkey in his sleep.

Everyone knows what the World looks like. A big blue ball lost in the Universe. On this big blue ball, various creatures live together with various degrees of Harmony.

Among all these creatures, only one can dream.
This creature is a butterfly. No one knows what this butterfly looks like, for no one ever saw it. This butterfly has many fellow butterflies, but it is the only one which can dream. It is The Butterfly.

One day, he landed on an opium poppy flowering, and drank the nectar from it, as he would on a any flower. Instantly, it began to dream, his feeding tube still linked to the flower, continuously feeding itself with nectar.

And it dreamt of a world where a monkey, The Monkey, dreams of humans while headbanging. It also dreamt that one day, The Monkey would awaken. And that, stimulated by Heavy Metal, it would take two stones and hit them strongly against each other to find this rhythm which got lost when it woke up.

And from these stones would burst some sparks. And The Monkey would create Fire. Then, monkeys would follow it, lose their hair, stand on their back limbs, and grow, and communicate, and call themselves Humans…

All this is dreamt of by The Butterfly…

But who dreams of The Butterfly ?