Microcosm
Microcosm
A wise man and a foolish man were each granted only one wish at the wishing well. The foolish man asked for a pile of gold. After he squandered it, his heart was broken and filled with regret. The wise man wished to be pulled into a microcosmic world so he could share the same bodily sensations that an ant has during its brief life span; then return to his former life again.
If it lies wounded, does it feel pain, or does it just feel inefficient because it can’t finish the task ahead? After giving birth, how soon does its motherly instincts leave it? Does it have these instincts? What is it like with no mind, not to think at all, to be driven by an unknown, unrelenting force? What does it feel like to finish every task, obey every command, while not knowing where they came from?
The wise man with his new microcosmic awareness, realized that he took one step beyond what science couldn’t do. His empathy with nature made him feel its pulse running through his body, further sensitizing his knowledge of life. His contentment was in the accumulation of wisdom as he realized that life was bigger and more complex, and that his knowledge is still a small fraction of God’s, but more than it was before. His Lord and Creator is superior above all else.
The foolish man was left the same as he was before. His desires were fulfilled, but that contentment only lasted until his gold ran out.
From my book entitled, In Reverence to Life."
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