Marine Butterfly. A Wondrous Story, Beyond Our Boundaries of Love.

By Alexej Bartuli

Dear reader, you may read and explore maze of graphics' work in this eBook's version of my multi-scenery Book.

It is spiritual novel wrapped as a Love Story with thoughtful Afterword from the Author.

With Love, the Author.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jan 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781483592824

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Alex Bartuli, © 2016.

ISBN: 978-1-48359-282-4

Table of Contents

Cover

Title

Copyright

Welcome note from the Author

Age restriction notice: 36+ (over 36 years old).

Marine Butterfly

Acknowledgments

Mind Map, Part 1

Mind Map, Part 2

The Butterfly Coefficient Or an Afterword from the Author

Notes on Mind-Map, Part 1

Comments on Mind-Map, Part 2

Part 2 - On Life as Divine Service

On the Pseudo-Scientific Approach to Mind-Map, Parts 1 and 2

On the Action of Divine Service.

CONCLUSION

Welcome note from the Author

Dear reader, you are welcome to read and explorer illustrations in this eBook version of my multi-scenery Book - the first 3-D Audio book in the History of Mankind. The full experience of Marine Butterfly is available - Marinebutterfly.com.

Age restriction notice: 36+ (over 36 years old).

To avoid possible conflict with Russian censorship for lawful age requirement that will be in place after the release of this Book, the Author increases the common age requirement for text with explicit erotic content, which at the time of writing this Book (February of 2011) was 18 years old or older, to twice that (36 years old or older). Just to be safe.

This notification is valid for Russia and all countries who are guided by current practice of the Russian censorship code, or any other such ilk.

Marine Butterfly

A Wondrous Story, Beyond Our Boundaries of Love

by Alex Bartuli

Translated from the Russian

Almost four hundred years ago, there lived among some unusual people a young woman called Eescoytur, which means one who withers without love. Her people were not exactly human, but were rather similar to us, and they lived on a planet called Zam, which means reflected light on a tranquil lake.

Like on Earth, the women of Zam were all girls first, just as a butterfly starts as a furry little caterpillar before it spreads its brightly colored wings and flies up toward the light, then comes down to lay an egg in an apple on the grass, an egg that will one day become a wiggling caterpillar on the outside with a dream inside of becoming a beautiful butterfly that will flit in the sky.

Eescoytur’s mother was named Kas, which means straight as a string. One could always find out what the names of the inhabitants of Zam meant; the people of Zam remembered the roots of all their words, where those words came from, and what they stood for, whereas the people of Earth have unfortunately lost this tradition, along with many others. On Zam, everything was so simple and marvelous in its repetitive ways. Nothing ever went wrong and there were no exceptions to the rules. Changes to come were predictable, as were the frequency and consequences of events that have passed. Everything was so easy to predict and explain that trouble was easy to avoid.

To Kas, troubles were things that just did not go with the wonder of simplicity. Simplicity went hand-in-hand with the explained and the foreseen. This was the foundation of what the people of Zam lived by, which was known as the Superior Knowledge. Kas learned it from her mother, who learned it from her mother, and so on. As a result, Kas was content, and she attributed this to her proficiency in the Superior Knowledge. And she did everything she could to pass this Knowledge on to her daughter, Eescoytur.

As for Eescoytur, she had her own inklings about things. She thought there was more to the world and beyond than this Superior Knowledge that kept things so simple on Zam. She knew that after evening, the night takes over and that the darkness devours the light. She knew that the early darkness itself fights the deeper shadows which come from far skies in the middle of the night. Those nighttime shadows were very different from those she saw during the day. The daytime shadows were a reflection of everyone’s interior darkness, and the shadows of night were the light reflections of dark and distant celestial bodies that are so far from us that the glow of these lights in the shadows gets reflected millions of times. It came to them in the form of starlight that brings in its beams the refracted and reflected echoes of events that took place far away and long ago—so far away and so long ago that the only thing that separates them from each other is a tiny instant of time at the heart of the present moment. The mouths of the shadows gobbled the darkness and let out a tender light that promised to give warmth to everyone, to any pleading creature who had lost all hope.

How she knew all this was one thing she did not know, but of it all, she was certain.

The planet Zam had its own moon, which they also called the moon, and also, one whose departure brings the light. Eescoytur thought about how as only women can bear children, almost every female butterfly will have a hundred slippery wriggling caterpillars after the butterfly first flaps its wings and the moon makes thirty-two rotations around its axis. There would be thousands of generations of furry little caterpillars before most women would even be ready to have their very first offspring.

Eescoytur brought all of these ideas and beliefs into her womanhood, which snuck up on everyone, including her. One moment she was a girl, and the next… No one knew quite when it happened, but there she was, a woman. So she settled in on Zam and calmly waited for the next stage of her life. She let things unfold as they would, just as the Superior Knowledge