Ego's Last Supper

What sets one above the pack; the throng, the herd the mob? And, do these honorable? attributes nearer us to God? Does walking upright like the shaft bring clarity from aloft indicating those of a slower pace are merely God’s castoffs? Do denizens of air and sea fall farther from God’s grace are the golden buzzing bees a mere afterthought, a trace? Shall ego serve our last cold dish as harsh denigration falls upon all the smaller things man’s mindlessly enthralled. Or, will we find on judgment day sure scintillation and surprise as we realize all God’s creations are equal in His eyes.