Apparently my experience with the leopard in the bath was not unique. Last night I found this in an /x/ thread soliciting stories of strange childhood experiences:
Random as fuck early memory from 5 or 6 years of age going to the bathroom in the middle of the night I see a full grown leopard sitting on the stairs staring at me don't remember anything else from that night but the memory has always stuck with me
Someone replied:
this is interesting, because at an art school many years back, there was this one painting a girl did that was hanging around for years. it was a chaotic bathroom, featuring a wacky happy leopard in the bathtub. i'd frequently see that painting. your story calls it to mind.
So it wasn’t just me. This leopard-bath connection is some sort of minor archetype I was tapping into.
The most obvious symbolic meaning of the juxtaposition is that the leopard is proverbially unable to “change its spots.” We humans can wash ourselves spotless in the bath, but a leopard never can. I can readily imagine the leopard being adopted as an allegorical guise by the Other People, whose “broken” relationship with Time leaves them without meaningful access to change or repentance. Leaving that door open, and seeing too much, means risking being “devoured by the leopard,” damning oneself to the same mode of existence.
But we humans leave the door open anyway, because we fundamentally don’t believe any amount of knowledge can ever really destroy our agency. And we’re right, and the Other People are wrong, and they’re here to learn from us.
Update: Exactly 10 minutes after publishing the above, I passed a billboard featuring a leopard and the Ace of Hearts.
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Here’s a 2014 post also referencing the leopard incident:
https://wmjas.wordpress.com/2014/03/22/no-ghost-instinct/
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