We live our lives as tiny beings in a forgetful sea; microcosm of madness, ignored, trodden upon, or eaten alive. Yet in our miniature world, what higher calling is there than to leave the soil enriched for our having existed? No lofty super-heroic global cause, but fertilizing one square inch at a time…

We live our lives
as tiny beings in a forgetful sea;
microcosm of madness,
ignored,
trodden upon,
or eaten alive.
Yet in our miniature world,
what higher calling is there
than to leave the soil
enriched for our having existed?
No lofty super-heroic global cause,
but fertilizing one
square
inch
at a time…
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