There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.

Even within the limits of the possible, the possibilities are limitless.

No "natural" resource is more precious and to be used more wisely than time. These mortal moments matter more than we know. There are no idle hours; there are only idle people. In true righteousness there is serenity, but there is an array of reminders that the "sacred present" is packed with possibilities which are slipping by us, which are going away from us each moment.