day 166 – Pondering

Who’s to say that if a lowly, crawling caterpillar metamorphosizes into a visually beautiful, gliding being – the same isn’t true of us, humans?

Perhaps our journey from the lowly, crawling/walking human form cocoons in death and morphs into an astral, gliding, winged being called – an angel?

Just wondering, as my friend lies waiting in agony for her bell to toll.

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