Liquefy - Sunday Freewrite #234 - Caterpillar

I realised the other day that I'd never really considered how quickly it takes for the caterpillar changes to a butterfly.

I've always been so blown away by the everyday mundane-magic of it actually happening at all that I'd never really thought about how it happens in realtime. I guess I thought it must happen in an eyeblink.

It's not in an eyeblink. Caterpillars actually liquefy before they become butterflies.

This is the kind of thing that requires sitting around and pondering for at least a year or two. Like so much in the natural world there is a revolting aspect that needs to be got past and not flinched from before the craziness and potential of it opens up under a more diffuse seeing.

The caterpillar liquefies and does not die but is transformed. Just think on that, as the world swirls and rages around us and a chef with a love of the common man and woman succumbs to the out door, and the liquid fire of volcanoes of Hawaii roar up and bubble over.

Maybe we are liquefying too, in a fashion.

So many of the world's wisdom texts speak of a time of change, a sun flash, an eyeblink change, an evolutionary leap. Maybe, for us, made of stars as we are, our evolutionary jump will come from a thousand hot shots from Sol, the sun, the sun of man and the sun of women. I like to imagine the quantum leap of those who are made of stars comes via our own, via liquid golden light, from one shape to another.

This is today's freewrite. The prompt for today is caterpillar

Illustration by Joris Hoefnagel, circa 1591-1596. Public domain