The mind is drawn toward the impressive and dismisses the small. It wants to be near importance, to associate with what elevates it, to be seen with what matters. A child, in this scale of things, counts for little. And this same instinct runs your inner life, forever ranking, forever seeking to be above, measuring your worth against others and finding the exhausting game somehow necessary to your sense of being someone.
What is pointed to here quietly inverts all of it. To receive the least, the overlooked, the one who cannot enhance your standing, you have to set down the ranking mind and simply be present with what is in front of you. And notice the promise: the one who is least, who has stopped grasping for greatness, is the very one who is great. When you no longer need to be above anyone, you touch something vast that was always there. Greatness was never in the climbing. It was in the ceasing to climb.