Silk

For once a warm summers day. I opened the door to the hut, and sat in the shade for a while, having just mowed the grass. The door was open and a fly flew in after me, making the usual buzzing sound. I ignored it, thinking it might fly back out the door. Very shortly I heard an extra intensity to the buzzing, which caused me to look up to the window at my left. The fly had got caught in a web. As I watched two spiders quickly approached their captive, with two others in attendance. And about a second after they reached it, the buzzing stopped and the fly was still.

I have seen instances of creatures preying on other creatures before. I have been one of those creatures. But this happened in such a short time frame, so close up, so clinical, that it made me ponder on the way in which life and death are so closely intertwined. Like Silk crossing over silk in an intricately constructed spiders web.

The scene above is repeated in various ways, billions of times, every single day. And like it or not, we are all a part of this same stark, but incredible reality.

Life and death aren’t really opposites.

They’re it.


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