We start as caterpillars like children, trying this or that. Gaining knowledge, we spin threads that surround, encasing ’til wisdom becomes larva or not.

All struggle to take in what they have learned through their skin. The people, the places, and spirits hiding oh so well that became a part, but if in deception, the poor caterpillar cannot break free of its cocoon, only to die instead, tasting death in the end.

Yet, those who have eaten Holy threads of light break free with their wings and fly into heaven with all their colors. They have found their purpose in what they were supposed to be eternally.