I was thinking recently that our lives are sort of like the life of a butterfly in the sense of this . . . During our first birth, we're a caterpillar puttering through life barely getting ahead and stuff happens. Then we go into our cocoon, our first death (the life experiences that could potentially break us or make us). And then our second birth if we survive our cocoon (our past), our rebirth, the butterfly. We have our wings. We've grown from our past experiences, have found inner peace and sky's the limit from then on out . . .