There's an old Chinese saying that goes
"habits are at first cobwebs, and then
We all realize that finely woven cobwebs
are beautiful to behold, especially with early
morning dew-drops dripping down.
But, for a fly unaware, cobwebs could mean
the difference between life and death.
To us, a delightful picturof symmetry, simply
fragile and delicate.
But, to a fly, a cobweb often proves to be a
We human beings are stronger than flies
and we find it rather easy to snap the silver
strands of the spider's net.
But if we were to permit those cobwebs to
to linger and accumulate and form cables
which could fetter our souls...
Then, what difference would there be
between us and a fly?
We can think of at least one major difference...
The fly meets defeat by chance.
We become entraped and go down to defeat
May our cobwebs never become cables...but
rather beautiful reservoirs filled with silvery