Longing for a "Superior" Place This past weekend I was outside with a bucket of water and bleach, a long pole with a brush, and a garden hose, conducting a poor man’s version of a power wash on my home’s aluminum siding. While working away, I noticed a beautiful butterfly floating across my garden. I suspected that it was a Monarch. As I watched it flutter along, I wanted to tell it about a superior place in the mountainous region of southern Mexico where all the other Monarchs go. Why was it wasting time in my inferior garden? What about us? Do we not waste our own lives by an inordinate clinging to the inferior places of this world.