Nietzche claimed that human beings must craft their own identity through self-realization and do so without relying on anything transcending that life itself.
And while going through my own personal, painful changes in life. I reached across a small poem written by a friend who talks in a simple transformation exemplar, yet profoundly deep. That was the start point for the creation of the piece. "The caterpillar may not "want" to wrap itself in a silk cocoon, but every cell in its being yearns to fly...even if you don't quite know it yet, you, too, have wings: Let go, they will carry you..." Must we craft ourselves to become who we are? Or, as the caterpillar, is it in our DNA code who we mean to be?