Birds, ants, lions

I was lost in thoughts and work when a flock of birds were cheering and screaming at something. Went out, and found a lot of them on the wall, looking at their peers hunting for black ants. I knew they’d fly away if I stepped any closer, so I observed from a distance.

And then I saw just two birds, perched on the gate alone. Reminded me of my mom and wife. And then the thoughts cascaded! Birds eat ants! Ants! That word led me to the memory of two ants dragging a wounded one the other day when it was accidentally stepped on. Perhaps they fixed it? And it ended up as bird food? What!?

It didn’t stop there. It made me think about the wild. The actual wild! Where a cub gets eaten just because the lioness decides that it won’t cut it! Like, why go all the trouble to just end up gone in a minute?

It reminded me that I’d be the most stupid person in the universe if I think that there’s nothing before or after. There’s no void!