I’ve been thinking, somewhere in the way back of my brain, about everyone’s favorite oversimplified metaphor: the caterpillar becoming a butterfly. Do you ever wonder if the butterfly ever yearns for its caterpillar days? Or how it feels about the change as it sets in? Anyway, I just came across this great post at Open Salon — with magnificent photos — and was struck by this line: “Because he’s waiting for his wings to be ready, he’s immobile.”