If it were possible for a caterpillar to extend the days of its own life, there would be no butterflies.

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I can say with absolute certainty, that the only reason a butterfly exists, is by virtue of the fact that the caterpillar had no choice in the matter. We however, do have a choice. We have a choice to live as caterpillars our whole life, and die, never becoming anything more than that. Or, we can embrace death, and be reborn as a new creation.

 

The moment of truth will come when we have to trust our own wings for the very first time. Even though we have never experienced flight before this moment, when the time comes, the Butterfly will fly, like it has flown it's entire life. The ability to fly isn't learned; the 'knowing' of how to fly is woven into the very fabric of it's being, The 'knowing'  comes pre-installed with the wings. How to fly is not learned, it is earned.

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We can Know and not Be, but we cannot Be and not Know.

 

Hands up who wants to die?