How
mighty can a little feather be before the great wings of truth? Can
it
oppose an eagle's flight, or hinder the advance of summer? Can it interfere
with the effects of summer's sun upon a garden covered by snow?
See but how
easily this little wisp is lifted up and carried away, never to return, and
part with it in gladness, not regret. For it is nothing in itself, and stood
for nothing when you had
greater faith in its protection.
Would you not rather greet the summer sun
than fix your gaze upon a disappearing snowflake, and shiver in remembrance
of the winter's cold?
- A Course in Miracles, Ch.
19, The Obstacles to Peace - I
