The infinite in a flash.
It's 10.40pm in Zanesfield, OH. On a dark, starlit farm in the middle of forest and soybeans I spotted a baby cockroach in the floor. I grabbed a paper towel square with intent to kill. My fingers ready to hammer, made a serendipitous cage. It rapidly found escape as it fought for its life.
Instantly my mind changed from death to ponder. Exterminator to one aware of a life struggling to survive. And just as I am incredibly more complex than this cockroach that some force greater than I, may be holding my existence in its clutches. And that perhaps it finds applaud and oneness in my own struggle for life.
And a feeling of grace flooded over me. Both in the receiving and in the giving.