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"There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly." attributed to Buckminster Fuller
as well as his Aunt, Sarah Fuller
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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Bucky - I love ya babe - but did you leave your soul back at the geodesic dome?
When a caterpillar weaves its silk and sleep, it begins to dream. It dreams it is lighter than air. It dreams itself rainbow wings. It dreams it can fly.
EVERYTHING about a caterpillar tells you it's going to become a butterfly. Each cell surges towards a destiny.
Bucky, baby, come back to the crossroads where poetry meets science.
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