I remembered one morning when I discovered a cocoon in the bark if
a tree, just as a butterfly was making a hole in its case and preparing to come
out. I waited a while, but it was too long appearing and I was impatient. I
bent over it and breathed on it to warm it. I warmed it as quickly as I could
and the miracle began to happen before my eyes, faster then life. The case
opened, the butterfly started slowly crawling out and I shall never forget my
horror when I saw how its wings were folded back and crumpled the
wretched butterfly tried with its while trembling body to unfold them.
Bending over it, I tried to help it with my breath. In vain.
It needed to be
hatched out patiently and the unfolding of its wings should be a gradual
process in the sun. Now it was too late. My breath had forced the butterfly to
appear, all crumpled before its time. It struggled desperately and a few
seconds later, died in the palm of my hand.
That little body is, I do believe, the
greatest weight I have on my conscience. For I realize today, that it is a
mortal sin to violate the great laws of nature, We should not hurry, we should
not be impatient, but we should confidently obey the eternal rhythm.