When I say "I'm important", there's a shiver behind my neck. I know this is to expose my forehead to bow and arrow, and my mind is easily vulnerable to criticism. For many years, no one dared to say "very important" in broad daylight". Our education from childhood has been "I'm not important."". As an ordinary soldier, it is not important for me to compare with brilliant victories. As a thin individual, I am not important compared with a rich group. As a dedicated woman, I am not important compared to the whole family. As a part of people everywhere, it is not important to compare with precious substances. We - - to be brief and to say, is that every single "me" - is it important or not? I am from countless stars, sun and moon, vegetation, mountains and rivers of the essence of convergence. Just count the amount of grain we eat in life and how much water we drink to condense into this beautiful body. We must be surprised by the size of the figures. On weekdays, we still have to cherish a grain of rice, a dish of beans millet grain can hundreds of millions of hundreds of millions of drops of water can fall so lightly the intelligent part of the universe, the heart? When I saw the narrow forehead and the pointed kiss of the Beijing ape man in the museum, I was gloomy about the primitive period of human life. They elaborately made of stone, but in today's view is very simple toys. Now that young children are able to manipulate language skillfully, we realize how far humanity has been on the path to evolution. Our head is a history, traces of the progress of countless ancestors, stored in the depths of mind. We are the green leaves of an old tree tree of millions of years old, not only of ourselves, but of the land. The human spirit is fire, without stop chain, as an exquisite tach, we deny the importance of ourselves, is a sacred commitment to shirk. Back in the course of our birth, the two sets of pre - life genes are more full of chance than human beings can grasp. Each of us is a product of opportunity. Often think, if another man and another woman, would never be what I am...... Even if this man and this woman, if changed one time to fall in love, also can not have me at the moment...... Even this man and this woman, at this hour, may not have such a self because of a litter of leaves or a ringing cry of the birds...... A kind of upset as well as into the fear of the imagination, like the mist will inevitably rise slowly, blurred and place of our antecedents, so people have to categorically stop our thinking. Our life sits on the top of Pyramid on the base of probability. In the face of the nature of the extraordinary as if done by the spirits we still have the right to say, I'm not important? For our parents, we are always the copy. No matter how many children they have, we are all unique.The only reliable criterion of truth is always to be consistent.