Friday, 13 September 2013

On Being a Blob

I've just heard that the humble blobfish has been voted the world's ugliest animal.

Speaking of blobs, I remember once waking up in the middle of the night, still half-asleep, to find that all forms had disappeared. There was no bed, furniture, room, house, neighbours, street, nothing but this fluid and jelly-like, purple blob. In other words, the purple blob was everything.

As I was staring at the purple blob, it formed a finger and reached out and touched my shoulder. I got that the blob was telling me that I was it; I was the purple blob in human form.

When I fully woke up, everything returned to "normal."

Thank you, blobfish, for reminding me that I am nothing but a purple blob.


Related articles: Giving Comfort; Not a Person - Revisited; More about Shape Shifting; Fluidity; Through a Glass Darkly; The Blob