It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. ~ C. S. Lewis
This morning she was a chrysalis, this afternoon a butterfly. When I took her photo, she was not yet able to move but was clinging tightly to the shell of her old life, waiting out the vulnerable few hours between rebirth and flight. She survived it just fine. And even if she hadn't, even if she had a choice, it was worth the risk. Far better to be a Monarch, if for just a minute, than to rot inside a tiny shell.
