I think one of the most telling things about our personalities is what we notice. What we may miss is also important, but those little things that catch our eyes really give away what is on our minds and in our hearts.
Even here in a city with two and half million people, the tiny bits of nature seeping through the cracks scream
for my attention. It's so simple to overlook a lizard, or flower growing out of the cracks on a bridge, but they too have an entire life. The will grow, die, and whither away, whether or not anyone takes notice.
"Blazing a trail" as my friend put it. This is the flame that really caught my eye. So tiny and insignificant, and yet I felt so much empathy for this little creature. After I moved it to the grass I continued on to the bus and thought to myself, the empathy I felt might be more emotion that that worm felt in its entire life. Maybe not, and of course, it would be difficult to impossible to quantify, but it is a perspective that I could not help but entertain.
Underneath San Clemente. San Clemente is a 12th century basilica built on top of a 4th century basilica, built on top of a 1st century building that served as a Christian and Mithraeum place of worship. Underneath which is a running stream. All of which is irrelevant to this plant.
Life is relentless.
And don't you forget it.