I got the boys some caterpillars so they could watch them go through the process of turning into a butterfly. I remember playing with caterpillars when I was young. I would pick them up in my fingers and let them inch their way across my hands. Some of them were a really bright colorful green and others were black and fuzzy with orange spots. Who would think when looking at a caterpillar that they would turn into a beautiful butterfly?
Sometimes I wonder what happens when we die. The Egyptians would wrap a cloth around bodies of the deceased and I can’t help but think it resembles the cocoon of a butterfly. Could the caterpillar turning into a butterfly be a reflection of what happens to us, as human beings, when we die?
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