We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies

Some people are so enigmatic and powerful in their energy that the merest clue or hint at their spirituality sends masses into a search for its meaning. Most people don’t have this elevated interpretation of a woman named Megan Fox.

I do all I can most days to avoid the excessive world of showbizness and celebrity. The mere involvement or interest in such stories sends my mind into stagnation. But when I came across an article which discussed a Marilyn Monroe tattoo that the aforementioned actress had decided to have removed, it intrigued me.

There are many people who struggle with mental illness due to an inability to communicate their sense of existence and interaction with the world around them.  The majority of the most famous people we have at our disposal are such creatures. People who give up their very being in their quest for nearness to the Eternal Truth. What intrigued me was that this woman, Megan Fox, would spend hours reading up on Marilyn Monroe. She would empathize with her, see a beacon of hope and understanding in the life of an icon whose life was deeply turbulent and full of turmoil, as was her quest for love.

Now, the only image I had before this of Miss Fox, was a lady bent over a truck in the Transformers movie, and semi-naked on the posters of public transport in Central London selling Armani. Needless to say, she was not somebody I had considered taking seriously in matters outside of beauty.

And such is the nature of women, we tend to dismiss those who appear fully comfortable with their sexuality,  dismissing them in more than derogatory terms. Its much worse when this sexuality is coupled with mischief. The mature and demure Angelina Jolie for example is not as much of a ‘bimbo’ to the average women than the less physically dominant Fox.  Jolie is considered a role model, an icon, a beacon of hope and intelligience within the world of fame and fortune. Yet thousands continue to be fixated with Fox. The mind is captivated by the control and elegance which Angeline Jolie oozes with her very speech and presence. Yet it is the heart which is captured by the refreshing intensity and carelessness of Megan Fox.

The reason for the biased perception women have of each other is insecurity of course, I mean anybody can tell you that. But I believe it goes much deeper. In our day to day lives we see many many women beautiful and successful traipsing the streets we live on, dominating the social and career workplaces we crave to dominate ourselves. We see alot of women putting a concerted effort into maintaining their carefully polished image, meticulous manners and well crafted mannerisms and personality in order to be detached from the judgment of an unforgiving society. When we see a free spirit devoid of the concerns of  the opinions of their peers, we are shocked and intimidated.

I was watching Pocahontas with family for example, when my brother and sister burst out that Pocahontas was in fact, to put it politely, a ‘loose woman’. Now nobody says this about Jasmine, Cinderella or Mulan. Why is that?

Fox embodies a sense of carefree enjoyment and mischief which is deeply embedded within all of us but which tends only to be revealed our nearest and dearest out of fear. I mean there is definitely a way of doing this whilst maintaining good grace and integrity.

The article I mentioned above also included the following reference in passing to Fox’s other tattoos

”Fox still has several tattoos that haven’t been touched, including “We will all laugh at gilded butterflies” on her right shoulder, which is a quote from Shakespeare’s “King Lear” and “there once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her heart” on her ribs.”- Source

Something about the gilded butterfly quote touched me. It resonated within me as a light to some distant Truth. Googling the quote shed some light on its meaning. Its from Shakespeare’s King Lear, the complete quote reads:

”No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison.
We two alone will sing like birds i’ th’ cage.
When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness. So we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies
, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too-
Who loses and who wins; who’s in, who’s out-
And take upon ‘s the mystery of things,
As if we were God’s spies; and we’ll wear out,
In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones
That ebb and flow by th’ moon.”

The image this quote creates within my mind is one so intimate and true that it touches my heart and soul. It at once makes reference to the excessive and degraded world, filled with its pretension and obnoxiousness, as well as a sense of knowledge and wisdom, gentleness, love and unity. All underneath the facade the world portrays with all its seduction and illusion.

gild 1 http://img.tfd.com/m/sound.swf (gld)

tr.v. gild·ed or gilt (glt), gild·inggilds

1. To cover with or as if with a thin layer of gold.
2. To give an often deceptively attractive or improved appearance to.
3. Archaic To smear with blood.


gild the lily

1. To adorn unnecessarily something already beautiful.
2. To make superfluous additions to what is already complete.
The world currently is excessively concerned with appearance.  Encouraging us to do ourselves up to attain an ideal which is unnatural. The end result is an artificial and ‘gilded’ appearance which is passed off as deep beauty, mystery and wisdom. When in fact it is empty and hollow. Yet the quote sees through all this to the humour which is all around us. The planet we live on is in fact dazzling in its natural beauty. Dressed up now with skycrapers, transport systems, complicated fashions and furniture and above all, deep feelings of superiority and arrogance. All this, to the one who can see the world for what it truly is, fills a person with contentment and incites humour. Thus laughing at the ‘gilded butterflies’ more beautiful in their nature than their gold covering. To the truth which tries to pass itself of as a second rate interpretation of itself. A paradox.
Finally, I don’t agree with the degradation and objectification of women at all, thus I don’t agree nor condone a lot of the work Miss Fox partakes in. And I would like to leave with a quote which applies both to the woman who herself agrees to be objectified as well as the woman who looks down on her peer as being objectified whilst also holding subconscious objectified notions of femininity.

“Only the noble ennoble women and only the wretched and debased degrade women” Prophet Muhammad (SAW)

Most Muslims are familiar with the story of the woman who would sit opposite the house of a prostitute, praying her rosary beads and throwing a stone into a pot (or something similar, don’t quote me on this story, I’m paraphrasing) for every time a man would enter the home of the prostitute. When they both passed a way, the prostitute was taken to Heaven whilst the woman who lived opposite counting her neighbours sins was taken to Hell. I think the lesson in this speaks for itself.

Lots and lots of love,

M x