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Zorba the Greek Reflection

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Excerpt from “Zorba the Greek”

By Nikos Kazantzakis

 

 

 

I remembered one morning when I discovered a cocoon in the bark of 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 in 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 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.

 

 

The 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.

 

 

 

CHILDHOOD is a journey, not a race.

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