Part 1
No one wants to be touched by the hand of suffering, so millions spend billions trying to escape what they see as something “raining on their parade.” And yet, their fear is as misplaced as the misunderstanding that creates it, and here’s why: into every life must come some rain, for without it... what else can a heart become other than a desert that never blooms?
Part 2
Everyone longs to be like a butterfly; to be somewhat like the caterpillar created to shed its cumbersome body, and be reborn with wings. But nobody wants to enter into a darkness; to be enclosed in what it can’t understand, let alone remain within it, alone until the transformation it heralds is complete.
