A disciple once told his master, “I feel stuck between who I was and who I’m becoming. I’m no longer the same, yet not fully transformed. This in-between feels empty and confusing.” The master smiled. “Come with me,” he said, leading him to a field of butterflies. He pointed to a caterpillar hanging motionless in its cocoon. “Do you see that? For a while, it stops moving. It cannot crawl anymore, and it cannot fly yet. In that stillness, everything inside it dissolves. The creature it once...
