The Miracle of the Bromeliad

Gentle Reader, I feel that people may be under a bit of an illusion when it comes to the type of things that fire my delight: I will find ridiculous pleasure in things like this and this and this. These are all real things that have happened in our world, that are utterly ridiculous, beyond any sane reality; they spark wonder, and give me a certain lust to be alive. Yes, Hamlet, there are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in my philosophy, but when I encounter them, they stir passion and beauty inside me. This effect is what I, personally, refer to as “The Miracle of the Bromeliad.”

If you don’t know, Bromeliads are these exotic plants typically found in tropical climes. They collect water, like this:


In South and Central America, various species of frog will lay their eggs in these flowers, which are sometimes quite high and far away from the ground. It is not unusual for these frogs to never reach the ground, living their little lives in various flower puddles, from birth to death. Bizarre, improbable, and true.


I was fairly young when I learned of this, and the utter improbability struck me to the core. The world we live in is ludicrous; if you wrote fiction like some of the things I run across, you’d be laughed out of the business. It’s important to take delight in these things, because they remind us that our little loves, our little sorrows, our grandes amours trés serieux and our funerals and hospitals and politics – all of these things exist in the exact same world as duck fashion shows. That’s the miracle. Yes, our lives are grave and important, and we have to make the rent or the deadline or the date, but – is that a taxidermy kitten pulling a miniature hearse?


Yes, it is. Even in the throes of my depression, if I can manage to find new curiosities, or interesting or silly wonders, things that make the world, frankly, incredible – it doesn’t make me any easier to be around, but it does keep me from complete self-destruction. It doesn’t make things any better, in my current situation, but to know that there are situations out there that sound like something from Twitter or Wodehouse or Seuss – well, it reminds me that there’s hope.

The lesson here is that although we don’t all have to be electric and alarming and alive at all times, we are allowed to be. It’s the same sentiment behind Auntie Mame‘s famous battle cry – “Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!” It’s what the Bloggess means when she says to “Lean into the weird.” As my mother, former hippie, often tells me – “Let your freak flag fly!” These bizzarities teach us to embrace our true nature, and damn the consequences. We can’t help who we are, what we love, how we behave – why should we try?

Therefore, please enjoy some photos of things that make me glad to live in our thoroughly absurd little world.


A Royal sex chair belong to Edward VII of England.


A Baroque Poodle. Don’t fix it.


The Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen

Our world is magnificent, Gentle Reader; we should cherish that, and add to its variety.

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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6 Responses to The Miracle of the Bromeliad

  1. nataliedeyoung says:

    Sometimes you have to find the stuffed kitten pulling the hearse to make it through the day…

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  4. ekgo says:

    I suspect the royal sex chair was not often used because it wouldn’t be in such good condition, otherwise.
    Does every ruler have a royal sex chair? Gabe’s going to have yet another reason to want to become World Ruler, now.

    I think we all love the absurd because it makes us feel a little more grounded. Perspective, yo.

    • I don’t know if every ruler has a royal sex chair. I hate to think it was specifically designed for one guy who didn’t really use it very much. It’s supposed to make threesomes easier, too, so there’s that.

      I think you might be right. Both about perspective and about Gabe having another reason to dominate the world.

      • ekgo says:

        You know, I can only imagine injuring myself on that chair. There are so many pokey, cutty metal pieces thatcould do damage while a body is thrashing about. If Gabe becomes World Ruler, his sex chair is going to be padded for my safety.

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