If You Put A Buzzard In A Pen Six or Eight Feet Square And Entirely

Open On The Top, The Bird, In Spite Of His Ability To Fly, Will Be

An Absolute Prisoner.

The Reason Is That The Buzzard Always Begins A Flight From The

Ground With A Run Of Ten Or Twelve Feet.

Without Space To Run, As His Habit, He Will Not Even Attempt To

Fly, But Will Remain A Prisoner For Life In A Small Jail With No Top.



The Ordinary Bat That Flies Around At Night, A Remarkable Nimble

Creature In The Air, Cannot Take Off From A Level Place.

If It Is Placed On The Floor Or Flat Ground, All It Can Do Is Shuffle

About Helplessly And, No Doubt, Painfully, Until It Reaches Some Slight

Elevation From Which it Can Throw Itself Into The Air.

Then, At Once, It Takes Off Like A Flash.



A Bumblebee If Dropped Into An Open Tumbler Will Be There Until It Dies,

Unless it Is Taken Out.

It Never Sees The Means Of Escape At The Top, But Persists In Trying

To Fine Some Way Through The Sides Near The Bottom.

It Will Seek A Way Where None Exists, Until it Completely Destroys Itself.



In Many Ways, There Are Lots Of People Like The Buzzard, The Bat And The Bee.

They Are Struggling About With All Their Problems And Frustrations, Not Realizing

That The Answer Is Right There Above Them...