Snails on the periphery

Yesterday i was having lunch with a friend and mentor. Though we discussed many thing such as Human trafficking, Racism, Globalization, Exploitation, and just life in general, one thing stuck with me more than the rest. It was a simple statement, and it went like this: "We need to view the world through the point of view of the periphery." Now, jump ahead in time eight hours as i am leaving my grandparents house after dinner. I walk out of the door and there are two snails chillin' on the door frame. As i saw them i thought, "no doubt grandma will throw them in the street when she finds them in the morning." My grandmother is an avid gardner and snails are no doubt a sworn enemy to her life long love of foliage. As this is the case,she would not be happy if she read this: I picked the snails up off the door frame and lovingly placed them in her flowers so that they should have something to eat that night. If i had left them there, on the door, they would have likely never found food and therefore gone hungry.
Snails are the periphery. Snails are at the will of others. They must go where they are not wanted so that they may survive. People think of them as intruders, when really they were there first... we just decided to change the environment and call it our own. Even if we do call the environment our own, should we really deny life simply so we can have a few more nice flowers? Now i realize for most, this example may seem farfetched and impossible to see in any kind of an emotionally tugging light, and that is ok. The fact of the matter sill stands that snails are, often times, at the mercy of humans. We can choose to throw them in the street, pour salt on them and watch them die slowly, or we can give them grace and direct them somewhere where they might be fed and have a place to live. Snails are a perfect example of the periphery. Sorry Grandma.