“After an eternity of seeking, the sudden threshold of seeing and finding leaves one filled with a strange paradox of ecstasy and grief. I was born to see. How strange that a part of the self grieves for blindness? But this too shall pass.
For what is it to be blind, but to find safety in the darkness and to become the spouse of habit whose name is ignorance? We chase the carrot but find its taste bittersweet. Facing our greatness seems to be harder than facing our smallness. So accustomed have we become to the tight fit of our clothes that nakedness frightens us and takes getting used to. So for now I will adjust to the feel of my skin bare against the elements and free of confines.
Certainly a part of the grief is the isolation of seeing in a world of blindness. There is a pain to seeing many butterflies trapped in their cocoons and a necessary respect for the caterpillar to. To be a butterfly is neither a desire, nor a sought after role, but is simply to be true to ones inherent nature. The caterpillar only remains a caterpillar when he has forgotten his butterfly Self and resists his natural growth. Have courage dear butterfly, your wings may be fragile but they will take you home.”
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