Stories of ‘its ok, it’s all pretty and quick’ etc. From A to B, simples innit. Ta da all done = wings.
If we look at transformation truthfully by way of the caterpillar’s metamorphosis the actual process is really rather gruesome. The caterpillar, when mutating and evolving into the butterfly, must completely and utterly dissolve. It becomes nothing more than a big soupy mass of cells and hormones as each and every cell of the caterpillar is preprogramed to self-destruct, it literally disintegrates. Metamorphosis is not just some beautiful physical transformation from grub to winged beauty as depicted by many, but in fact a stunning display of the evolutionary mechanism at work.
The moral of the story: if we want to reflect on the metaphor of metamorphosis, then whichever stage you find yourself in during your human transformation - be it the messy middle, the tentative cocoon stage, or the oblivious calling of your soul to change - the breath will be the one thing to rely on to carry you through this extraordinary journey, and of course beyond. It’s our gift, our life force and our magic.