I knew something of rabbits. I knew the origin of eggs. I knew what candy was. Putting it all together was quite a stretch of credibility. It seemed to me at a young age a biological improbability.
Eggs are an old, old symbol of resurrection.
Before we cooked them and colored them and then abandoned the trouble altogether and just bought them candied, eggs in their original purpose symbolized resurrection. Last week in my daughter s school one of the teachers set up an incubator and hatched baby chicks. It was a wonder for the whole school. For days the hard, chalk orbs lay motionless under probing lights. Then, one by one, the life within pecked its way through the stone shell.