Just the other day, as I was browsing the net, I stumbled upon one of my favorite readings in college, Trina Paulus’ Hope for the Flowers. That 47-year old allegorical book, talks about two caterpillars who, after being drawn into joining a senseless horde of caterpillars stepping over each other in a “caterpillar pillar” that headed straight up to nowhere, finally discover that the frantic race to reach the top had actually all been for nothing, as their destiny meant being transformed into butterflies in the end.
