Their eyes were watching god

So says Hmmmbug.

As god was working his divine rearside off, trying to replicate his abode on earth, as he twisted clay within his hands and made out his divine image in two ungaily stickmen, those eyes didnt comment on his craftsmanship. If god was a better sculptor, we would have been living in paradise. He was the prodigious kid. He was also the prodigal son. Those eyes waited for him to falter. For him to fall on his knees, in frustration, for failing to be the promise he was born as.

God could have made a better sculpture. His fingers very nimble, dexterous. He simply chose not to. Thus was his revenge. We are collateral damage of god's self-exacted revenge on those formless eyes forcing him to form.

Hmmmmbug

Introduction. Hmmmmbug is not the Caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland. Or maybe she is.

'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.

Alice replied, rather shyly, ‘I—I hardly know, sir, just at present— at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

‘What do you mean by that?’ said the Caterpillar sternly. ‘Explain yourself!’‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not myself, you see.’

‘I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.

Hmmmmbug asked me who i am. She tried to see. Did she see? At least she cared to look. Whatever.

The Caterpillar likes to believe he is right. Likes to speak its mind. And all through the metamorphosis, tries to hold onto what he thought was himself.

She drew herself up and said, very gravely, ‘I think, you ought to tell me who you are, first.’

‘Why?’ said the Caterpillar.

I dont know either. None of us know why. We long to be understood but can never part with what we are. Let go of our secrets. Be insecure.

Hmmmmbug is waiting for her wings to sprout.