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That’s what we do, isn’t it? We turn pain into a story, because then it has a purpose. Then, we reason, there was a point to it all along. But sometimes pain is just pain, and there’s nothing particularly noble about clinging to it.
To dream of becoming a butterfly.
Would the butterfly be relieved to turn back into a human? Or would the butterfly miss being able to fly too much?
