The caterpillar does not know good from evil,<\/p>\n
Or life from death<\/p>\n
The caterpillar simply lives;<\/p>\n
Takes the day by its dawn<\/p>\n
And keeps going until the setting sun lulls him to sleep<\/p>\n
He knows that there is something else inside of him,<\/p>\n
Something yet unbecome,<\/p>\n
He knows this because he has spent all of his life so far<\/p>\n
Building up to something greater; something<\/p>\n
Some people would call destiny<\/p>\n
(A caterpillar, of course, would never have considered destiny;<\/p>\n
their vocabulary is too small, and not like ours to begin with)<\/p>\n
He surrounds himself with gluttony<\/p>\n
Eats and eats until the sound of a nearby robin scares him away<\/p>\n
One day, when he would be too fat to move anyway,<\/p>\n
He awakes with something different stuck in his tiny brain<\/p>\n
So off he goes,<\/p>\n
And he finds a lonesome branch<\/p>\n
Surrounds himself with inch after inch of soft-woven silk<\/p>\n
Like a flower closing for nightfall<\/p>\n
Or a worm returning to the dirt<\/p>\n
And when the last thread of silk blocks out the burning sun<\/p>\n
The caterpillar finds himself in complete darkness<\/p>\n
He relaxes all his muscles<\/p>\n
And can feel himself sinking into a deep, deep sleep<\/p>\n
He does not know much,<\/p>\n
But he knows that he will see the sun again,<\/p>\n
And that when he does,<\/p>\n
All will be good<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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