There is an age-old philosophical question: do our lives follow a predetermined fate, or do we create our own destiny. I suspect that it’s some of both. That we have a general blueprint of our broader life goals, but that the details are left to chance, or made up on the fly. I imagine it being a journey that involves an improvised itinerary, but the destination or goal is determined in advance. The butterflies follow the choreographed movements of divine order and intent. While the umbrella represents the fluctuating element of spontaneous chance being carried by the winds.