Eventuality

While on a bus with an internal temperature similar to that of Dante's 3rd circle of Hell (probably the inspiration for said work) I chanced upon noticing a single ant scaling the patina of evaporated sweat that clung to the window to my right. The ant was inside the bus, as we were driving along. Many people would, perhaps, think little of this. However, with my famously convoluted mind I forged an idea thusly:

The ant must have been in the vicinity of the bus for the short period of time that it stopped. Furthermore, it must have scaled the wheels, the surface area of which that touches the ground is not much. Furthermore it must have traversed the complexities of the undercarriage to arrive inside the bus itself, before, of course, the bus started to move. It then must have traversed the interior complexities and dangers of the bus to arrive, finally, at that moment where the sun's rays were disrupted by its miniscule body in such a way as to excite my tired eyes with interest.

I came up with the following conclusions:

The likelihood of this happening is rather slim. Perhaps a million to one. But then again, it just reinforces that recently-made yet age-old adage by Terry Pratchett that "million to one chances occur all the time". How beautiful it is to think that the universe is constructed upon such chaos. Chaos that you can't plan for and can't plan against. All fears of mortality fall away impotent when one realises the changeability of what seems to be in perfect order and the deviance of all life's unlikelihoods.
The ant travelled a long way, alone, of its own accord, despite being a naturally gregarious creature. Who knows what led it. In search of food? All that way? What perseverance or stupidity or confusion or spiritual quest led this ant so far?
A tired mind can wend along the strangest thought-paths.
Ants get fucking everywhere.



Apologies for pretence.

By the way, im still in Italy and about to go to Sweden. Hopefully talk to you all soon.