I like to take breaks at work to walk around and think, but it was raining so I walked around in the parking garage. With springtime arriving, the spiders are out in force, and I noticed that nearly every overhead light I walked under was surrounded and covered in spiderwebs, with multiple spiders clearly visible–a few I even saw in the process of building. These were not dead webs piled up over time, but new arrivals, and all of them centered on light sources that would draw insects into those webs.
How could these spiders know to build their webs around the lights? Light sources other than the sun like that are a new invention that the spiders could not have yet adapted to…
But of course, it’s not the light attracting the spiders. Instead it’s the same thing that draws them into your house in the winter: the heat. Each light fixture is a hospitable planet in the cold emptiness of space.
Temperature differences are often a focal point of life. Life on earth is thought to have started at thermal vents in the deep ocean, those cracks of heat in the icy depths…
I wonder, if life capable of interstellar travel exists in the universe, whether it would even bother dealing with planets. Would they not go straight for the greatest temperature difference of all, that of stars and space? Maybe the alien life we’re looking for is orbiting our sun, and soaking up endless energy, instead of bothering with little, cold, rocky us.
If only we could live without it. I never have had fantasies of being rich and powerful, just of being free to follow my interests and not have my energy monopolized by merely surviving.
Why, with all our technology and resources, are we still having the majority of people in our society wasting their lives away doing drudge work?
Not a future I hope to live in…
It seems to me, that when people have no danger or threats, they make up their own.
In a country where we can prevent almost every major disease we’ve encountered, people decide to find danger in the cure… be it doctors, or vaccines.
In a country where we produce so much food that we throw away 40% of it, people find danger and conspiracies in the food itself.
In a country where anyone can study and learn any subject, people find conspiracies in the information, and value their own opinions over the knowledge of the experienced.
in a country without war, people find danger in their neighbors, see threats in the disenfranchised and in the helpless.
In a country where anyone is free to practice any religion, people find threats to their own religion in the practice of other religions, or in the non religious.
In the richest nation in the world, people feel threatened by the loss of the scraps the poor consume just to get by.
In a country where we’re working toward racial/gender equality, people perceive the equal rights of others as a threat to their own rights.
Take a step back. The things people find threats in are often the things preventing real danger.
I saw a bunch of people I haven’t seen in years the other day, and it made me think about how you never know which time is going to be the last time you see someone. Say hi to your friends more often, you’ll thank your self in the future.
The more responsibilities, and worries, and stress, and plans and work you have going on, the less free space you have in your head for creative thought. It becomes a depressing trap. The spirit is withered by the dull grind of daily life. You can’t think about an alien world or a mystical dragon because you’re thinking about paying your taxes or taking out the trash or how to pay the mortgage or your appointment with the doctor or your promotion or how messy the house is or how to get the car repaired or the family reunion or your kid’s grades or fixing the ceiling fan or cleaning the bathroom or washing the dishes or doing the laundry or taking the cat to the vet or a million other things that can’t be avoided and take up all the space your mind has to breathe.
Sometimes I wonder how people manage to be creative without being slovenly antisocial hermits…
maybe they don’t….
I’m thankful to exist, to be able to experience pleasure and thought and excitement and wonder, and even to experience sadness and longing and melancholy–because these are all things, all flavors of the world that mix together to make the meal of life.
I’m thankful I can write without pain, and think without pain, and am grateful for every minute that I can.
I’m thankful I was born in such a place and raised in such a way that I turned out as me.
I’m thankful to live in a society with free access to information, and in a time where anyone can learn anything they want if they work at it hard enough.
I’m thankful that I’ve got imagination, intuition and improvisation skills.
I’m thankful for my wife and cat and family and friends!
You are awesome, even when you feel alone or sad or in pain. Don’t let fear stop you from reaching out to a friend for a conversation when you need one. The person you reach out to just might need to talk themselves, too…
Life isn’t easy. Life often sucks. You don’t have to force a smile and play pretend when you feel like giving up. Let someone know. More people care about you than you think.
And when someone pings you on whatever messenger with a simple hello or ‘hey what’s up?’ remember that they might be in need of friendship just as much as you are on your worst days.
There are hands around you waiting to be grasped. You don’t have to float through life alone.