What an unnatural wonder is the hydra. Regeneration in the place of death, the mythological embodiment of a sort of perverse brand of optimism...
What if it organized those heads to some scheme more noble than just eating, killing, and expanding its assorted collection of noggins? What might it accomplish, all those minds working together, singular ambitions negotiating, independent imaginations inventing for common needs, common purpose, common pleasures of its monstrous, be-clawed limbs, trunk and tail. For every failure, a renewal of resolve, for every decapitation, two new heads.
Be a hydra in life. Be a hydra for love. Be a hydra for your family.
Hail Hydra! Cut off one head, and two take its place.
ReplyDeleteAnd Captain America will probably show up to administer headaches to all of them.