In a recent study, scientists have offered the hypothesis that butterflies originated first in the Northern hemisphere, about 100 million years ago.
They gave us soft assurances that the butterflies they touched were only touched briefly in their many legs, mind you, for dna sampling... All the other ones were already dead, in the very many museums that house butterflies.
They posit that the butterflies emerged, "when a rogue lineage of moths moved dayward." Pure poetry of the dark towards light.
It could be,
but I also like my other version where ...
The Papago, native North Americans, tell us in a legend
that once upon a time, the Creator felt sorry for the children, when he realized that their destiny was to grow old, fat, blind and to die.
So, he collected the sources for the most beautiful colors of the universe,
the flowers, the leaves, the sun, the skies
mixed and bundled them up in a package as a gift for the children.
When they opened the bundle, the butterflies, colorful and enchanting,
flew out in song, much to the delight of the children.
And fright by the songbirds, who jealous, protested and petitioned the Creator.
And there we have it,
we got what we got.
For amusement in our minds we continue to enjoy these divisions of labor and all colorful creations in absolute blind and blissful delight. Except for the Talking butterfly, who still insists on breaking the creator's rule.