I deliberately stepped on an ant today while on our morning walk. Nothing? Of course I've stepped on ants before, but somehow, this morning, this act struck me. There is the lesson was that every little thing counts. Remember the Ray Bradbury story, The Sound of Thunder, where the crushing of a butterfly changes the world? That's not what got to me, although it should. I stepped on him (her?) because his species in the past has been a nuisance to me, because he might bother Caprice, because he was there and I saw him. There is the respect for all living creatures element to this, but maybe there's something else. Is this an analogy for war and inhumanity?
Why did this strike me today? Am I trying to be profound?
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