A single little egg would likely shatter against a boulder. However, a boulder, no matter how strong, is dead. And an egg, no matter how weak, is alive. Over time, a boulder will wear and break, becoming sand. But someday, an egg will hatch, and a chick will step out onto that sand.
It may appear reckless. One layer of an egg’s shell, cast against a stone will surely break. But no matter how strong a stone, it is dead. And no matter how weak an egg, it is alive. When time passes a stone will crumble into dirt. But someday there is a chick who will hatch from that egg and walk upon that dirt. The day will come when the Japanese empire’s murderous tyranny and oppression cannot defeat that egg.