I was watching the ants. They were marching along the grass blade. The sun was shining and a cool breeze was blowing. I was watching the ants. They were gently moving forward.

Then I remembered that I had been watching the ants like this when I was a little kid. It was fascinating to explore their complicated and alien world. But then I forgot the ants. I went to school, university, found a job, got married. It feels different now. I feel different.

But the ants were always marching. They still look the same. They were always in the background. Somewhere, somehow. And I can find peace in this background. The silent fabric of life that is always here, everlasting.