We're born, we get muddied up, and then we spend the rest of our lives trying to unmuddy ourselves.
In response to the butterfly and the spider, it brings to mind a poem I was fascinated by as a child, called "The Spider and the Fly". I asked my Grandmother read it to me a lot, and, I don't know why. It went on to describe a spider complimenting a fly on her gosamire wings and luring her in for tea.
Can’t wait to drink tea with you again. And I’m curious how you made that image! Love it.