Perspective

I was sitting on the porch, watching a tiny ant. It was one of the really infinitesimal kind, like you might see crowding around under a dripping hummingbird feeder.

He was busy doing his little ant thing, getting nearer and nearer to my giant (from his point of view) foot, completely unaware that he was approaching such terrible danger. And I wondered, how often do we humans do exactly that: walk right up to a looming catastrophe, only because it is a trouble so big that we don't perceive it at all?

I didn't step on the little guy. Maybe the cosmos will do me that favor, in turn.

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