Everything is everything. Isn’t it.
The caterpillar was the waves on the ocean. It was also a unicorn, a narwhal and a trusty steed. The caterpillar was a feather and it moved as a feather would move floating on the ocean. The spine was made of twirled wool – it is the sheep of the insects. What a brilliant metaphor for facing your fears – become the thing, or one element of the thing that you are most afraid of. If I am a part of my enemy, or my bully – I am safe.
The bird’s watching this feather move must be confused – would this disguise only work if all of the birds nearby were white – what if this was scarlet macaw territory? I can imagine their chatter…
“Hey Earl, there’s Louie again thinking he’s so clever… has he not seen us? We’re not seagulls, ya know.
Poor Louie. Let’s give him another day.”
Where do caterpillars go? Where do caterpillars dressed as feathers go? Were we watching the pre-wedding caterpillar preparation? Is this caterpillar god of all caterpillars and was that caterpillar heaven? Imagine doing a dance off with that caterpillar – why do we call it the worm? Worms don’t move like that. We should call it the caterpillar – worms taking all the credit. Now imagine sensing your meal through the bottom of your feet like a robin – instead of reading the aisle signs at the grocery store to find our meal we would walk barefoot in the grass.
where rivers are born 