A piece for K.,
in loving memory.
A caterpillar is transformed into a chrysalis, and for a long time lives in a warm, quiet little world. Perhaps if it had human consciousness it would declare that that world was the best, perhaps the only one possible to live in. But there comes a time when some unknown influence causes the little creature to begin the work of destruction. If other caterpillars could see it how horrified they would be, revolted to the bottom of their soul by the awful work in which the insurgent is engaged.
To destroy what has cost such labour to construct! Why, what is wrong with this complete, cosy, comfortable little world? Nobody cares that the caterpillar has grown wings, that when it has nibbled its old nest away it will fly out into space —nobody gives a thought to this. Wings — that is mysticism; self-nibbling — this is actuality.
Lev Shestov “All Things are Possible - Apotheosis of Groundlessness"