Do you know what happens when a dragon is born into the world?
Do you think it is the dragon that, upon breaking his shell, swivels his head around on its long, shaky neck to look around, to see, to learn? Do you think it is the dragon that has to be taught how to live life on the other side of its egg? Do you think it is the dragon that needs training? Knowledge of survival in the reality it entered? Knowledge gathered by others? Ways, means and paths established by others?
Do you think it is the dragon that must fit itself into the life it entered?
Well, that is not what I think.
I think that as a dragon is born it is the world that holds its breath in anticipation and excitement. I think that when the sharp horn of the dragon’s nose shutters its egg with a loud crack it is the world that shakes and shudders in reaction and wonder. I believe it is the world that opens it’s eyes wide in wonder at the new creature that emerges into it.
I think it is the world that learns.
I think it is the world that learns how to live when a dragon is present. It is the world, it is the life that changes, opens and shifts when the dragon presents it with its way. Its own way. A way that has never been seen before for the dragon’s way is its magic, and magic is originality and uniqueness.
You might think that life happens to a dragon – I believe it is the dragon that happens to life.
