I like Chinese dragons. Unlike western dragons, they’re usually seen as benevolent and bringers of good fortune. I hate how in the west dragons are seen as malevolent monsters one has to destroy. I like how I once read that Chinese emperors were “the descendants of dragons.” That is powerful and honorable, in my opinion.
Imagine if on some unseeable level that were true. Imagine if in realms beyond our vision and comprehension in some way along with human conception there were really the descendants of dragons. Sure it’s mythical, but I like the thought of believing it is true. I also like that Chinese emperors wore dragon robes.
I like how there are different meanings for different colors of Chinese dragons. For example, white, “purity and the cycle of life.” Red, “luck and good fortune.” The Chinese take dragon lore a lot further. I like how in 8th century Chinese poetry I’ve seen dragons included in some of the poems.
And speaking of 8th century Chinese poetry, it’s my favorite kind of poetry. And if there’s an afterlife, I’d like to meet Li Po and Du Fu there and learn how to write better poems from them – and maybe ride dragons with them in search of pearls of wisdom and enlightenment.
Bob Boyd