The supermoon overlooked us this week. The ants looked up and were dwarfed by a mighty ball of light. We became so tiny beside it that you could only look on and marvel.
Ever thought that we are not as great as we think we are? The power is us but is also everything. We are the speck but reaching for the stars.

Standing overlooking battlegrounds always makes people somber and reflective. So many souls died here. But the war graves are kept so beautifully and the souls are always remembered and revered. Being placed in positions where bravery is required in life lifts a person to new heights. You question your life and usually start to pray often for the first time. You can feel a power charge soar through you. You are suddenly no longer alone. Fear of death can be faced together and often overcome.
That's you a new person. You've faced your greatest fear and overcome it.

It's very interesting to question all our fundamental beliefs sometimes. Who in fact is the happiest in this life?
The native in his grass skirt living without electricity and facebook but with a huge smile perpetually on his face. Or us trying to cross a busy road or squashed onto transport trying to always meet a life of deadlines.
We'd always thinks how lucky we are with many comforts - modern houses, water on tap, controlled climates, constant amusement.
Of course it's us. Isn't it?