Beating your head against the Rock

Enveloped deep within the crevasse of a cold and dark mountain cave, stumbles a very weary worn, and tattered eaglet, struggling to find a safe place for which to molt. The helpless, immature and undeveloped fowl instinctively knows that if it is to survive, it must search out a smooth and flat-faced rock of sufficient density, to beat its head on. In order to break open the thick and crusting hide of its fledgling body.

And, if it is not properly hidden from predators, it will be devoured before its birth into maturity arrives. Now, that this body’s skin has reached the end of this stage of development, and is tightening around its muscles and slowly chocking the life out of it. And it will not continue to live if it does not grow out of it. For this insufficient skin cannot form the mature feather with which it must have to fly above all other flow of the earth.

And with the breaking of this outer hide causes the blood to flow out of its head. And as the blood flows, it blinds the flow to the outside world. Now, alone in the dark it must use all of its God-given strength to remove this old hide that it keeping it from its full ability to soar. The blood softens the crust around the mouth, and eyes and can now be scraped off by the same rock which it has beaten its head against, for what would seem to be a life time.

For three days it hides in the darkness of the world, falling on the rock to remove this dead skin from its body. It is defenseless from any attackers that would happen upon it; therefore it must act in a way unbecoming of an Eagle it must humble itself, and hide from the sunlight. But it the end of this endless ordeal, emerges strengthened and renew and in its new body of maturity in which it now Soars!