As I walked across the parking lot today, I saw a worm struggling for life in the middle of the blacktop.
It not knowing of the inevitability of its death. I not knowing what misfortune had brought it here.
I mumbled, “I don’t know why I’m doing this,” as I threw the worm into the soft, wet dirt.
And yet, I knew. Because in the moment previous, I had completely identified with the worm.
