All this new shrub I planted needs is light and rain to take root. Good soil. And so it pours through me too and that’s all I need to make my own flowers or fruit, what we use to create. The juice from an apple runs down my chin, a fly happens by. I am that fly, happening by.
Bill Pearse 
I like this! All beings relative to one another in size, in longevity … yet each seeing “all” thru a limited perspective lens unique to its specifics … would the fly agree?
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Thanks Jazz! Appreciate the thought that triggered for you.
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I like it. Very Alan Watts-y.
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Thought you would! Ha thanks buddy!
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Puts me in mind of the Bard.
“As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; the crush us for their sport.”
Or, much more poetically, Dire Straits.
“Sometimes you’re the windshield; sometimes you’re the bug.”
Greeting to you, mate.
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Greetings to you and thanks for that Dire Straits fly-by, ha!
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