Fossilised ideas.

Ideas die when unexamined. Ideas die when held onto tight. They suffocate in the tightness of our grasp.

Think of an idea as a butterfly. Pretty and very frail. If you’re open to it, you would hold out a closed fist (or an open hand) for it to land. You would admire and examine it up close and then let it fly. If you want to study it, you might build for yourself and the butterfly, an epic enclosure. That would let it breathe.
That, for both the idea and the butterfly is a less cruel end.

But, what happens when you draw your fingers in together, onto that butterfly?
You would crush it, would you not?

Those ideas that we think are worth holding onto so tight, for long enough that they become fossillized, I wonder what they are?
I wonder if its worth fossilising them ourselves- the beauty of such butterflies.