As a young kid, my mother grew dill weed for “canning” small cucumbers = “pickles”. One summer I noticed a bunch of funny looking caterpillars eating the dill weed. Being a nature lover enthusiast, I collected about 6 of them and along with a good supply of weed, put them into a secure arriated jar. Waited.
Several days later, 6 Chrysalidese or chrysalises, formed. About 10 days later I awoke one morning to witness something totally unexpected, especially in my mid-west Minnesotan area.
6 beautiful gorgeous “Black Swallowtail” butterflies had emerged. Perfect, radient, drop dead gorgeous winged flowers in motion!! And they were thirsty. I fed them with dissolved sugar water, coaxing a few with a toothpick that extended their tubular probosis out to sip the sweetness offered. Two days later, I set them all free, to search for their own nectarial splendor and sustenance. I’ll always remember those spectacular “worms” turned into Glorious Angelic entities.
I suppose, that is why “metamorphosis” of the butterfly can be parallelled to the Souls of Man. We are all like worms, injesting all incoming, and then dream for a while, yet, to transform into something quite wonderous and beautiful. An unanswered prayer. Look out all U worms, you ain’t seen nothing yet!! Hey, it happens!!