"Ah Spring!
The frozen shell hath given way to life.
Rejuvenation!
The water runs through the veins of the sleeping world
rising out of the crystal fog to breath again.
The sun warms the mind and frees the heart from a long deep dream."
I wonder if the Midge Fly that swarms around my house asks "what is the meaning of life"? Or "why am I here"? Does it think that "every thing happens for a reason"? I imagine it would be crushed to know that it is here to provide dinner for the waking spiders and nourish the suspended life, to toil and to reproduce so that other lives can thrive. I'm sounding like a capitalist...
Murder and mayhem outside my window.
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