The cocoon picked up and treasured by the Goddess in the Garden of supreme ecstasy. Polished away the rotted tears matted down against the cocoon shell exposing pores that could swell for the buitterfly trapped inside to breathe. Flickering just one pore could expose a sweet slide as the butterfly soon realized that the cocoon was temporary. Just enough to prepare for the supreme exit into the blissful Garden there to frolick in flight and fright for the fight to freely fly amongst the emptiness that complete obedience provides alongside surrender.