In Kafka’s story “The Metamorphosis,” first published in 1915, the protagonist’s body turns into a cockroach. But that’s not the point. The point is that nothing else changes. The protagonist (and his neuroticism) remains the same.
This is the irony of change. Change happens on the backdrop of the changeless. As the body ages, to a large extent we still feel the same inside. As the body ages, the gap between our physical age and how old we feel inside seems to continually widen. Why not listen to this sense of internal sameness?
Metamorphosis is a change of form, not of Essence. You aren’t what’s changing, you are that which remains the same.
But what is that?
Perhaps, a standing wave of essence…
Adapted from Lotus Effect (P. Somov, 2010, New Harbinger Publications)
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