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Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly. (unattributed proverb)
| I am a caterpillar soft and vulnerable hanging upside down ready to harden my skin against all predators to wait... Some chrysalises transform to become a butterfly beautiful and free, While others wither and die. Which will I? Harden the skin Shut out the world Commune with the self A Chrysalis Still and dark Waiting... Once I found a caterpillar that hardened then grew black and dry and I thought I had killed it. But months later it emerged Yellow and black wings And flew away. So there is hope. -MW  Piccolism: I know not what could or should be; I only know what is. And that suffices. | A Polar Pair Without life there is no death, Without death there is no life. In life we consume, In death we are consumed. Life is born of death, And death is born of life. -JM The Flow of Things Night follows day And day follows night, Death follows life And life follows death. All else is and has its being In sympathetic harmony. -JM An Epigram a Day: Let live what will and let die what is spent. Life ends when hope dies. Birth and death are life's sole certainties. To live is to suffer and to suffer is to live. Humans live to die and die to live. Most are dead though alive, Few live on though dead! Life is a never-ending seduction, death a never-ending fear. |