As I went for my walk around the park today I paused to observe a tree.
I started imagining what it must look like from the perspective of a fly. How each leaf – seemingly soo small – must be the size of an entire house.
How the whole tree is its neighbourhood. How the park is its city. The neighbourhood its country. The whole city its world. The whole world its galaxy…
At this point I realised the world is well beyond what the fly could ever comprehend. The fly has no idea just how small it really is.
Not. A. Clue.
Then it occurred to me.
I’m no different.
It occurred to me.
I am the fly.