The Paradox of Choice

We're talking about a metamorphosis. We're talking about going from the caterpillar to the moth. Why do we become butterflies? I mean, the caterpillar that's walking around doesn't say, well man, soon I'll be a moth. Because as long as he's being busy being a caterpillar, he can't be a moths. And that again is part of this parallel. You can't rip away caterpillars. The whole trip occurs in a unfolding process under which you have over which you have no control. That's a hard one. What am I doing here if I have no control? You mean I don't have any choice? Can I say