A napkin fell on the ground. Should I throw it away? For a moment my mind tried to glimpse the process that brought it to me. I pictured a tree, then loud buzzing, pounding, and a flake of usefulness flutters down to me. I pick up the napkin and put it back on the pile of napkins, out of thanks to the tree.
It's okay, it is okay, if the sacrifice gives my life a little usefulness. A little doubt comes, as to whether my life as a whole is useful to... whatever...
I push it out of my head ans carry on.
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