I wish our world had the work ethic that all creatures big and small have upheld since the birth of life. Their devotion to it is a silent reverence to God’s perfect plan, which they know nothing about. They just perform their duties in that involuntary world of theirs as if they had fervently read every book written by well informed writers on the philosophy of work. Every task undertaken is that task completed. Every animal, bird, and insect acts with the unerring province of instinct while man, through his ability to incorporate his reasoning, often loses sight of the end of his task. He blunders on with his superior intelligence guiding him along the way, falling short of that mysterious natural thing called instinct that all beasts are endowed with.
Animals and insects, our unassuming educators with no knowledge, have a work ethic that rises above all reasoning while falling infinitely short of it. Thank God they do and complete their tasks in the same way since time began. Where would our world be without our diligent friends who fulfill their laborious obligations with no reasoning at all?