People who fly have a different view of the world from those who spend their lives on the ground. We, too, glimpse this world if we are lucky enough to take a holiday flight and see the patchwork of land below us. A wise man once wrote a poem while he was flying, and he called this poem "The God's Eye View," and he said that this view was entirely different from the view he always had on the ground, which he called "The Bug's Eye View."
Out there, somewhere, in the air we fly through, exists an old Persian legend, much like this poem, about a bug who spent his entire life in the world's most beautifully designed Persian rug.
All the bug ever saw in his lifetime were his problems. They stood up all around him and he was for ever trapped within them. He couldn't see over the top of them, and he had to fight his way through the tufts of wool in the rug to find the crumbs that people had spilled on the rug in order to survive.
The tragedy of the story of the bug in the rug was this - he lived and he died in the world's most beautifully designed rug, but he never once knew that he spent his life inside something which had a pattern and a beauty. If the bug had even once lifted himself above the rug so that he could have seen all of it, he would have discovered something - that the very things he called his problems were a part of the pattern.
That was lovely, thanks ☺