After about three weeks of warmth, Sam was beginning to show
change. Pupa colors were beginning to show faint traces of the moth he would
become. But, all of a sudden, it became quite cool. It was cloudy with rain. On
clear nights there was even a touch of frost in the air. Inner biochemical workings
within the pupa were prepared for just this eventuality. Sam’s biological
activities were again put on “hold.” When warmth returned and days continued to
lengthen, a new countdown to emergence would restart. Longer day periods would
also be used as a clue for arrival of the summer season.
Three weeks later: again Sam is stirring. The pupa is more
responsive to touch. It seems that Sam is more aware of his immediate environment.
Diapause is over; it is terminated! Now it is time for the final climax, the
time for Sam to fulfill the reason for his being; to emerge, unfurl his long
pent up wings and fly into a world beyond imagining!
All through the woods, the same feeling is felt. A map of
warmth and light patterns has been read and interpreted. Those with the right
way will be saved from a life of pointlessness and set forth on the path to
fulfillment. These chosen will live out their lives to the fullest. They will
use all resources to the utmost thereby transporting themselves beyond a mere
branch, leaf or tree. Hopefully, to them, otherworldly pitfalls such as street
lights, cars, bats, birds, and other perils, will not deter them from their
journey or snatch them from a moment of fulfillment.
The morning sun is beckoning to Sam. The light filtering in deep
within the cocoon stirs his being to the core. Every cell in his body gets the
message. All that has culminated from 500 million years of evolutionary
direction reverberates in his being. The Message, "It Is Time! (not to be
ignored)," is sent. Cecropia moths everywhere are heeding the call, "The time is
right, the time is now. Rejoice, the time is at hand. Come; receive the Call of
thy fathers and forefathers. The Time is at hand, the Time is NOW!"
Sam has no choice but to accept this invitation. This
universal awakening call is part and parcel of all life. It is a hallmark of
Urged ever onwards, the new form pushes and struggles out of
the cocoon. Body fluids have helped soften the pupa chamber allowing escape.
Sam is in a big hurry. Seconds count. Urges bordering on desperation command
the moth to "find a secure place to cling on and position thyself so gravity
can assist in wing development." Sam did
not have to scurry far. Indeed, the cocoon itself was right underfoot and
wonderfully served the purpose. Instinctively relieved, Sam could now get on
with the process of becoming a creature of the air.
He pushed hard from within. Moving his wings and
stretching the body caused fluids within the abdomen, swollen with excess
fluids, to flow into and gradually expand two little pads on either side of the
body that would later become large beautiful wings.