The Spider
A single strand of spider’s web was strung across my porch this morning. I would never have seen it if the sun hadn’t caught it just right. How in the world could one tiny spider have strung that slender thread, eight feet or more over open space? Was he saying “See what I can do and you can’t?” Or was he saying “See what can be done?”
The truth is, he wasn't saying anything, has no knowledge of me, was just living his life in the world. It’s not all about me. I keep forgetting that.
But see what can be done.
I keep forgetting that too.
Keywords:
Memory in reverse is Imagination.”
—The Magical Dog Who Never Sleeps
About Stephen
Stephen Evans is a playwright and author who came to Maryland for the waters. He was not misinformed.
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Best Friends Animal Society (http://www.bestfriends.org)
Spiders....
To some extent are we not all a bit like a spider ? We live our lives, some of us with tightly woven webs....never veering far from home, while others stretch that thread out to remarkable lengths.
A tightly woven web offers far more security and the overall outcome is both intricate and mind boggling, while that one long thin thread would indicate a risk factor that does not exist for all spiders and as you stated above, it has the ability to instill a sense of awe and wonder.
Both hold a beauty of their own.....a matter of perspective I suppose.
I Guess
every web begins with a single strand.
Excellent
Indeed, see what can be done.
Thanks Sharon
I appredciate it.
Mending the brokenness and making the links
'The truth is', that spider exists in the dynamic mind of God, and so do you. The tiny creature does know you better than you know yourself, blinded as you are by a million conceits and distractions.
Your intuitive link with animals, which you've realised in your novel with Wolfram, must tell you that, in essentials, they understand us far better than we understand them. We can't even speak our own language adequately, but they don't need it, except as a concession in interacting with us.
It is all about me. And it's all about everyone and everything else as well. Then see what can be done!
Your dazzling flash of percipience is a gift from God.
I Kept
waiting for the punchline. Maybe that's the joke. "Buddha smiles".