The Caterpillar and the Butterfly

“From the position of the caterpillar, it’s impossible to predict that a butterfly will emerge,” Devorah nodded. Good, she thought. “From identifying with myself, it is impossible to identify with mySelf. The wonderful, colorful, flying butterfly – mySelf - is there within the earth-bound caterpillar. MySelf knows it’s there and its still small voice, often in the form of intuition, passion and desire, is always singing to me. But myself, thinking of itself as an earth-bound caterpillar, rarely hears it. I want to stop thinking of mySelf as a caterpillar and more like the butterfly mySelf really is.”