a man watched a chrysalis, it was beautiful, hanging there attached to a branch on a small tree, glimmering like a neptune sunset. he was supposed to be working hard, he loved his work, he was a master and he had responsibilities but the cocoon was mesmerising and as he gazed at it he could see something rippling inside, something was stirring. it wasn't that the man had nothing to do but sometimes you get distracted, something simple can capture your attention for hours, time just slips away as you watch it before you.

he watched the creature pierce the chrysalis, it was a butterfly in there, he'd caught a glimpse through what appeared to be a translucent skin, the colours looked vibrant and vital, it was stunning but it was struggling to break out. 

the man was a good man, at heart he was a great man and he could not bear the idea of suffering, a creature suffering was his suffering and so he thought he should assist, he looked around and found a stick which he used to pry the skin of the cocoon a little, thus helping the creature break free from inside. it literally fell out before him, crawling along upon his hand. 

the most magnificent wings began to open, they were orange and red with a vivid black boundary and what appeared to be an array of golden light as the sun caught them. how magnificent he thought, it really is beautiful, but then he realised something was wrong, the wings were perfect but the creature couldn't walk correctly, it had no strength in its muscles.

oh my, what have i done the man thought, i really thought i was helping but the poor butterfly needed to break open that cocoon itself, for that must be how it develops its muscle strength. the man put the butterfly down, he returned to his work, and he knew that he must let go of all responsibility, guilt, blame and thoughts he attached to the butterfly for it had only existed to teach him this and he loved it for that, and the butterfly knows this. 

and that is the end.