I hate it when this happens
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MasterJedi
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I killed a bug in the bathroom only to find afterward, it was a beneficial bug - a pseudoscorpion.
I just hate killing beneficial bugs.
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MasterJedi wrote:
I killed a bug in the bathroom only to find afterward, it was a beneficial bug - a pseudoscorpion.
beneficial in what way?
i do not consider the benefits to my life that a creature can bestow, as being in any way a justification of any reason as to whether they should live or die.
i personally believe that every life that has ever lived, (terrestrial and all others) had/have an equal right to live.
i think a saint has no more "universal right" to live than a single botulism bacterium does.
the saint did not make their self, and neither did the bacterium.
they were both victims of the fact they were born what they are.
i have never been able to describe that sentiment of mine to anyone without scornful repudiation.
ever.
i still think it without a dent anyway.
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the laundry room in my previous house was external to the main house, and the ceiling used to get clogged with spider webs after a few months, and so i would gently brush them off with a soft broom (so as not to kill the small spiders in the mangled webs in the bristles of the broom), and i would just bang the shaft of the broom on the railing of the verandah, and they would all continue with momentum into the grass of the lawn.
one day, when i was watching the washing machine doing my washing (i like to disable the switch where the machine only works when the lid is down, and i like to watch the entire wash cycle with my eyes. i find it fascinating (the spin cycle is exceptionally entertaining to me))
however, i saw in my peripheral vision, a movement in a ball of spider web that i was going to put in the garbage (after 3 weeks of seeing it while being too busy to bother with it because it was static), it never moved when i saw if before.
i became immediately intrigued as to what was making that dusty tangled spider web ball move, and when i looked into it, i saw a dragonfly that i remembered seeing 2 weeks before (which i thought was dead at the time).
it was very feebly moving in the web tangle at that time, and i became distracted toward it, and my attention was directed toward getting him out of his predicament.
i obtained 2 large sewing needles (that i have as relics from my mother) (i banged them on the ground to the point that they became fashioned hooks, and i operated on the dragonfly, and i managed to unwind every thread of spider web that was binding it without injuring it , and after a drop or 2 of water was sucked into its proboscis, he was ready to fly again.
i do not like "thankyou's" because i do not know what to do with them.
the dragonfly slowly recovered and he started to flex his/her wings .
he then flew strongly off once he suddenly made his decision to do so, but after 3 seconds free in the sky, that dragonfly was eaten by a bird.
nature is cruel,
nature is strong
nature is the reason i can accept i maybe wrong....
but if nature is a "fool"
"and nature" shirks my song,
then all i'll ever see,
is a description of where my post was wrong,
i will never ever see,
the world in which i am expected to be.
so never look for me there
Last edited by b9 on 15 Oct 2011, 12:15 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Taupey
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b9 wrote:
MasterJedi wrote:
I killed a bug in the bathroom only to find afterward, it was a beneficial bug - a pseudoscorpion.
beneficial in what way? i do not consider the benefits to my life that a creature can bestow, as being in any way a justification of any reason as to whether they should live or die.
i personally believe that every life that has ever lived, (terrestrial and all others) had/have an equal right to live.
i think a saint has no more "universal right" to live than a single botulism bacterium does.
the saint did not make their self, and neither did the bacterium.
they were both victims of the fact they were born what they are.
i have never been able to describe that sentiment of mine to anyone without scornful repudiation.
ever.
i still think it without a dent anyway.
_____________
the laundry room in my previous house was external to the main house, and the ceiling used to get clogged with spider webs after a few months, and so i would gently brush them off with a soft broom (so as not to kill the small spiders in the mangled webs in the bristles of the broom), and i would just bang the shaft of the broom on the railing of the verandah, and they would all continue with momentum into the grass of the lawn.
one day, when i was watching the washing machine doing my washing (i like to disable the switch where the machine only works when the lid is down, and i like to watch the entire wash cycle with my eyes. i find it fascinating (the spin cycle is exceptionally entertaining to me))
however, i saw in my peripheral vision, a movement in a ball of spider web that i was going to put in the garbage (after 3 weeks of seeing it while being too busy to bother with it because it was static), it never moved when i saw if before.
i became immediately intrigued as to what was making that dusty tangled spider web ball move, and when i looked into it, i saw a dragonfly that i remembered seeing 2 weeks before (which i thought was dead at the time).
it was very feebly moving in the web tangle at that time, and i became distracted toward it, and my attention was directed toward getting him out of his predicament.
i obtained 2 large sewing needles (that i have as relics from my mother) (i banged them on the ground to the point that they became fashioned hooks, and i operated on the dragonfly, and i managed to unwind every thread of spider web that was binding it without injuring it , and after a drop or 2 of water was sucked into its proboscis, he was ready to fly again.
i do not like "thankyou's" because i do not know what to do with them.
the dragonfly slowly recovered and he started to flex his/her wings .
he then flew strongly off once he suddenly made his decision to do so, but after 3 seconds free in the sky, that dragonfly was eaten by a bird.
nature is cruel,
nature is strong
nature is the reason i can accept i maybe wrong....
but if nature is a "fool"
"and nature" shirks my song,
then all i'll ever see,
is a description of where my post was wrong,
i will never ever see,
the world in which i am expected to be.
so never look for me there
You should be a writer. That's one the most interesting comments I have read around here lately. Come to think of it, the other most interesting comments were also written by you. I enjoyed your poem/song as well..
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Taupey
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MasterJedi wrote:
I killed a bug in the bathroom only to find afterward, it was a beneficial bug - a pseudoscorpion.
I just hate killing beneficial bugs.
Would it make you feel better if I told you I accidentally ran over and killed a bull snake? I felt horrible about it for weeks... I still feel horrible about it. I just hate killing beneficial bugs.
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Your Aspie score: 167 of 200
Your neurotypical (non-autistic) score: 35 of 200
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