Forgotten Silk of Naivete

Naiveté exists in caterpillars and joeys—in their cocoons and pouches metamorphous occurs silently away from light heat and dust. A surreal almost clinical earthen bubble prevents these creatures from experiencing the plight so many of us intoxicate ourselves in order to forget. How do we cultivate a childlike naiveté that flutters away from the gravel of society’s judgments? Those who appear naïve and innocent must not really possess any real innocence but instead must choose to perceive differently. If only we could perceive ourselves as caterpillars crawling, chewing, and changing in accordance to our internal natural law rather than abiding by societal demands.