Saturday, June 23, 2007
On insect magic
Lightning bugs (or do you call them fireflies?)
Last Sunday, after too much Father's Day celebratory sugar at Grandpa's house, our child was actually awake when the lightning bugs made their evening show. It was a hot night, too; perfect for bugs of all types. As she was running around with her father positively squealing with joy, I realized she was beside herself.
There's even a philosophical tradition of this transcendent experience. Ex-stasis is from the ancient Greek meaning "out-stand": ecstacy, outstanding. (She is, of course, the latter to me; I am her mother after all.) Transcendence is somthing adults have a hard time achieving on their own without chemicals or religious woo-woo. So I was actually a touch envious of her happiness: they're just bugs, after all. Bugs with a touch of magic.