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Today I stayed an hour after class, stretching myself. On emerging into the day I found myself inside a mass migration of small, brown butterflies. I was surrounded by dozens of them, all impelled north by some instinct. I avoided the highway on my way home, and instead accompanied the butterflies up a side road. I briefly considered following them further north, to find where they congregated or dispersed, but they have their destination, and I have mine. And, in the end, won't I be able to claim that my destination was determined by something better than instinct?