Certainly not as I am now-- waiting for
maturity, longing for growth. Eternity
now would be like freezing a Caterpillar in it's
cocoon-- preserved forever in almost-ness.
Or plucking a lily before it's bloomed and
hanging it upside down to dry and display.
Don't pluck me yet, don't display me, don't
hang me out to dry or freeze me in my prison.
Let the bloom break and color come into fruition--
Only then could I bear the idea of living forever.