And the Word Was Made Flesh

Birds have their moments, capybara have moments. Bison, bighorns, and bumblebees, all creatures, despite the harshness or savagery of their life enter that moment where they quite simply delight in just being. The flea hops into bliss then jumps back, back into its speck of existence. A mite on the back of a flea rides along into its moment also. Just one moment and there, there in your emptiness you forget to be this long string of moments swirling in an ocean of moments. Even the plentiful and smallest sparrows have their moment. A time of no-time an instant free of thought when they cease to be, yes even the ever unheeding, momentary flea.