Recently as I was marveling at the ability of my hands to open and close (a feat that can be painful for me sometimes), it occurred to me that I could have been a fruit fly.

I could have been a fruit fly, and that would have been no less marvelous, in the grand scheme of things.

After all, all creatures have purpose.

The fruit fly has a purpose. I’m not sure what it is, but I’m sure he has a fairly clear idea for himself.

He endeavors to survive, to simply exist, long enough to beat the odds stacked against him, long enough to do whatever it is that fruit flies are meant to do.

And it isn’t all that long.

Some say that G-d bestowed humans with some sort of higher purpose than the rest of the creatures on Earth here.

If humans have a higher purpose, maybe I have stumbled upon it. Maybe our higher purpose is to see ourselves in the fruit fly.

We must see ourselves in the fruit fly, and fight the odds to survive long enough to do whatever it is we’re meant to do.

It isn’t all that long.