A story of a Humble Achievement

(about so called “importance of happenings” ) …

Sitting in my Garden, an almost ready flying Ant crawled on my leg first,

then in my trunk, then on my arm. At that point I moved my arm up and down to help it fly.

This happened three times.

I was the Bridge for three Ants to fly on.

It felt “important”!

In this World this can be totally meaningless,

in the World I was at that moment it felt totally Meaningfull.