The wealth of diversity of the tiny worlds

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When I was a child, I always wished that I didn't always have to look at the meadows, swamps and the forest floor from above and from a distance. I wondered what all this would look like if I were as small as a fly and flying through the meadow so that all the blades of grass and the leaves and petals of all the flowers next to me seemed as big as the trees of a vast forest.

I rest on a leaf illuminated by the sun, next to me a leftover dewdrop that sparkles and refracts the light and spreads it in all directions, so that those who live here and hide in the shadows, in strong Colors shine and let me see all the details of their impressive external diversity.

I noticed that wherever I flew I encountered other life forms and concluded that there must be a system that binds these forms to their environment. I looked at the beetle, the aphids and the honey bee and the blossoms of the viper's bugloss, and saw them sending signals to each other that I couldn't understand.

Aphidoidea

Echium vulgare

I noticed that wherever I flew I encountered other life forms and concluded that there must be a system that binds these forms to their environment.

I looked at the beetle, the aphids and the honey bee and the blossoms of the viper's bugloss, and saw them sending signals to each other that I couldn't understand.

Oedemera lurida

may be genus Panonychus

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I rest again, this time on a flower, and I squint my fly eyes, which remained human in my dream of a different but real world, and look into the warm light of the setting sun and see everyone again, the silhouettes of the inhabitants of this tiny world that otherwise lives unnoticed beneath our feet.