An interesting analogy on creativity and ideas

tree just as a butterfly was making a hole in its case and preparing

to come out. I waited awhile, 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 than 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 whole 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 the 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 external rhythm.

I sat on a rock to absorb this New Years’s thought. Ah, if only that little butterfly