The Underneath is the title of a book by Kathi Appelt that I and my daughter really enjoyed reading. It has, however, nothing to do with this post but its compelling title.
What would the world look like if we were as little as we righteously should be: Suppose we were bug-sized, waiting for food or to be eaten in a forest of may apples. What would we know of the larger world?
Above us the strange smelling flowers, and below the decaying leaves from last fall? Tough choice.
Or, imposing and obviously hungry giants. Would they eat us, too?
Maybe there is a protective cave behind that tall waterfall?
One of the good things of being little is that even small rocks like these become impossible to lift.
Welchen der Steine du hebst …
The Inner Frame 