Sunday, October 21, 2012

A Place Under the Sun

A small stretch of water body, a few thousand fish, a handful of trees, and millions of birds traveling across the continents to reach here. To compete for food, for space to roost in... Even in the crowd, they do not lose each other. When it is time to fly, they instinctively flock together - not confusing their bretheren with the others. What purpose do they serve? Why so many varieties if the purpose is the same? Why all in one place?

As I grapple with these thoughts, I wonder if man's knowing or not knowing the answers to these questions matter even a wee bit to them. What matters more is when out of ignorance, he destroys their habitat, hunts them for their meat and kills them.

We may not know what purpose they served. But if we lose them, we may never know what more we lost in the bargain.