But, whatever. The answers don't abide. At times, one must destroy even
the most cherished ways. Caterpillars are fond of their squishy bodies
and also of their snug cocoons. Their bright wings are an unpleasant
surprise.
     Their old caterpillar friends turn away disgustedly and refuse to
speak to them, manufacturing small talk amongst themselves about the pros
and cons of various types of leaves...and the new butterfly with its
spindly spidery disgusting black body and huge fragile garish wings has a
sudden and revolting urge to sip from flowers.
     And this is why some of them suicide in bug zappers or by flying
into windshields or radiator grills. Or wind up on a pin in some spotty-
faced boy's teenage room. They couldn't handle the change. Remember this
when your brain is knocking on the inside of your skull, palpitating
inside your skull, alerting you to the need to shed your skin, alerting
you to the presence inside of curled-up wings of various shapes and
sizes.