I am a caterpillar.

I remember the first part of my life as a new born again larva. I was excited but I really I couldn’t do much.

I remember growing into a caterpillar and learning how to move around. I enjoyed learning the truths of life and how to apply them to my life. I even learned how to share the truths with others. I regularly went to gatherings of caterpillars and heard more truth.

I have been a caterpillar for a long time. I have been up and down my tree. I have even visited other trees. I have become a fast moving caterpillar.

I have one big problem though. I am tired of being a caterpillar. I want to fly. I have a desire to be like my friends the butterflies.

But I can’t. I’m not a butterfly. I talk to them from time to time. I like my life, but every time I see them something moves inside of me.

Somehow, I wonder if having this desire has caused my current problems. I used to move freely about my tree. Now I can’t move at all. There is this thick white stuff all around me. I am just hanging from the tree by this white stuff.

I don’t understand. I am bound. I can’t move anymore. I don’t like it. I am mad at what is happening. Why is this happening to me?

Surely I won’t stay in this white cocoon for ever. It feels like a coffin. I have been fighting but I can’t get out. It is stronger than me. Why is this happening to me?

Am I going to die here? I was a good caterpillar. Why is this happening to me?

I am very tired and sleepy.

As I drift off to sleep, strange fleeting visions run through my mind. I see visions of butterflies.

In Metamorphosis.