It’s all so treacherous…this existence of ours…all creatures great and small! Getting to the other side of the road, in both the literal and figurative sense evolves to be wrought with every danger imaginable…for some, even more so and even more stunningly less comprehensible (…take the journey of the snail below). I suspect it’s really only a matter of scale…and even then, can we pretend to fathom the breadth of the space between what we know and what we don’t? This epic journey is not the sole domain of anyone or thing…insomuch that we each have some domain over the choice of the scale we perceive and understand…snail or not, therein dwells the limitation that each of us own – by design or accident – that ironically makes no matter. So…cross the road…not because what’s on the other side may matter, but precisely because it may not.
“…a snails pace.”
― a Proverb.