but·ter·fly ef·fect

these, our friends, have now been set free from this life, soaring in ways our finite minds cannot comprehend–in such fully realized splendor.

you, their friend, by saying their names aloud and in the world of Instagram are like holy breath, or breeze (the Hebrews called Spirit or the breath of God ruach and the Greeks pneuma), which both gives the wings of the no-longer-with-us-and-now-more-alive-than-ever a medium through which to dance and soar, and at the same time, one breath at a time, changing the fucking world.

in the name of all that is holy, may you be blessed for your efforts to honor these lives and saving the lives of these beloved people, these beautiful butterflies taken from us too soon.