A man offered to pay a sum of money to his twelve-year-old daughter if she mowed the lawn. The girl went at the task with great zest and by evening the whole lawn had been beautifully mowed-well, everything except a large uncut patch of grass in one corner.
When the man said he couldn’t pay the sum agreed upon because the whole lawn hadn’t been mowed, the girl said she was ready to forego the money, but would not cut the grass in the patch.
Curious to find out why, he checked the uncut patch. There, right in the centre of the patch, sat a large toad. The girl had been too tender-hearted to run over it with the lawn-mower.
Where there is love, there is disorder.
Perfect order would make the world a graveyard.
"The Prayer of the Frog"
Anthony de Mello
Because we originated from Perfectness, there is an inherent longing in our souls to return to where it came from. And in that search tor the road leading to Perfectness, we encounter other kindred souls willing to accompany us on our sojourn. It does not matter if the path is smooth and easy, or hard and rocky. Neither does it matter whether our companions stay for a short while, or accompany us in the long run. What matters is that we have traveled together, on the Journey towards that destination of Perfectness.