I love the elegant beauty of a real stork, and totally get the whimsical nature of these birds. However, I really don’t get the connection with babies, as any attempt at logic fails me at every metaphoric level. Do you have any idea what we humans have to do with big nosed fowl with fat bodies and long skinny legs who build huge open nests on top of tall roofs and have penchant for chimneys? If you can explain it to me, please do. And then there’s another issue; while the stork may account for ‘the birds’, what happened to ‘the bees’?
Too many times I hear people defining themselves, saying they’re ‘this or that’ because they were born into a particular family, live in a specific country where they are immersed in a unique culture, or that their job makes them who they are.
My brain no longer understands this kind of fuzzy logic. While astrology is interesting to me, that’s not what I’m talking about. The point swirls around the following, which are just a few of the questions that come up for me:
While many of us were born hospitals, only a few of us grew up to become doctors or nurses, right?
If where we are born actually means something, the logical implication is that if someone is born in a garage they’d be an automobile.
So, what about babes who arrive in the back seat of a taxi? Clearly that doesn’t mean their destiny is to be a cab driver.
I recently read a story about a woman who gave birth on the street somewhere in America. Apparently she seriously misjudged her contractions, and missed the bus she planned to catch that would get her to the hospital on time. I sure hope that doesn’t mean that little one feels doomed to be homeless and live on the streets.
Like you, I’ve met a lot of people who gave new meaning to the expression ‘nuttier than a fruit cake’, however I doubt any of them could lay responsibility for their craziness on the doorstep of a bakery, which would be their logical birthplace.
Who are you really?