Man's Native Atmosphere

For many months during the so-called business depression a student of Christian Science had, through holding to the truth as she best understood it, enjoyed considerable success in her business. She had had all the work she could do, and had received prompt and full remuneration for her services. Then, during a period of slight cessation of activity, doubt and uncertainty had seemed to invade her thought, and soon afterward she was involved in a condition of business inactivity and dwindling savings. Convinced by past experience that the difficulty was mental, she had worked on the problem as best she knew how, but the cloud of confusion and depression did not lift.

One day, still distressed by enforced idleness, she sat gazing with troubled eyes from a seventh-story window in a down-town office building, when her attention was attracted by a gayly marked butterfly fluttering along at the level of her window. The watcher's first impression was one of amused wonder at what the little insect was doing there in that incongruous environment. Below, at the street intersection, automobiles passed with honk of horn and screech of brake; street cars clanged noisily over switches; pedestrians hurried in all directions; traffic lights flashed and police whistles shrilled their warnings. But over all the confusion and uproar the butterfly fluttered as serenely and gayly as if it were flying over the most peaceful and beautiful garden.

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