Reflection #8: Blindness on M. Butterfly

Certainly there are two types of blindness, the blindness as an impediment or illness and blindness as product of stupidity and ignorance. More than crazy, you should have severe mental disease critical enough to not to think that, as a man, you have to look below the navel to ensure that the selected merchandize have with it all the required and appropriate equipment as a factory default of course. Everyone knows that love is a so beautiful feeling that, even suffering because of it, you always want more and that this sense of butterflies in the stomach is part of this emotional phase. But how blind could be the love to easily fool someone? This is a question that Gallimard would very anxious to answer. This man not only was stupidly fooled but it was for a so long time that it result incredible to think that a person like Song possess this spectacular power of hypnotic persuasion powerful enough to convince Gallimard that he (Song) is a woman. The most interesting question of all this, surely, is how Gallimard never noticed Song’s third leg? Obviously they should have experimented strange sexual positions in order to hide that so noticeable member and Song’s real sexual orientation. The funniest thing is that the pour Gallimard was convinced and crazily in love with a man, without knowing it, for twenty years. And it continues bothering my existence the fact that I continue asking to myself if he, at any moment, felt curiosity to look at Song’s front equipage or if he ever was interested in front contact. Pour Gallimard, with his shame and dishonor tormenting his soul and, as if it wasn’t enough, in prison doesn’t had more remedy than drown with his depression and confusion which, without doubt, were the motives of his sudden suicidal act.