Greet the summer sun than fix your gaze upon a disappearing snowflake and shiver in remembrance of the winter’s cold

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 the 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?