There was a caterpillar lived much of its life believing it had come into being only to eat and sleep and do what the rest of the caterpillars did. However, this particular caterpillar was restless and unhappy, and he felt incomplete. Somehow he sensed that life had a dimension not yet experienced. One day driven by a strange longing he could neither define nor fulfill the restless fellow became still and silent. He hung from the branch of a tree and wove and wove, weaving a cocoon around himself. Inside the cocoon although constrained and uncomfortable he waited sensing and aware. His patience eventually bore fruit, for when the cocoon burst open, lo and behold, he was no longer the lowly worm that wove darkness around himself but a resplendent, winged butterfly whose very colors dazzled the appreciative sky.
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