Wednesday, 19 September 2012
Whatever
I know that the universe is indifferent to its ants.
But I still want to think I matter - to some people, at least. When I feel that my absence would be like taking a beaker of water from the Atlantic, I wonder whether the superhuman effort of clinging on is really worth the trouble.
What am I for? Would it make any difference at all if I wasn't here? The sun would still rise and set, all the wheels would still turn, the trees would grow and drop and grow and drop their leaves. The world would not notice if I were gone, the sound of my voice would not be missed in the clamour and babel hubbub.
The people who would notice my absence could be counted on my fingers. And their wheels would still turn and churn and move them on. Nothing we do makes any difference. Nothing we say makes any difference. Acts of kindness leave no impression. Love leaves no marks.
An ant leaves no footprints.
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