Thursday, December 10, 2009


A spider is the epitome of patience. He picks a spot, spins his web, and waits. He is not aggressive, though carnivorous. He is not pushy, flighty, or indecisive. He sets his course and stays it. He waits to be fed.

But at what point does patience become lack of initiative, stupidity? When does the spider decide to pack it in and start anew? How long does he await sustenance before realizing it may never come? Is there a point of resignation, apathy? I wonder how many spiders starve to death.

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