-I just noticed a mosquito, caught in a cob web in the corner of my room, struggling to get free. For about a minute or two it flapped its wings furiously. The panic of impending death was upon it. Suddenly, it stopped. Now it hangs, suspended by a thread of old and tangled webbing. It doesn’t even twitch. I assume it went into cardiac arrest. Doch! No! It did not. For now it is struggling again! I don’t like mosquitos. I feel sorry for this one though. Do I help it? Could I help it? If I freed the webbing from the wall, it would still be caught in it. I don’t want to though. Frankly, bugs scare me. Even watching this one from a distance is causing my heart to race with my own terror. What should I do? I look up from my writing to watch it again. It is gone. No! It has only moved a few inches away! It escaped and is now resting on wall nearby. Do I feel joy for it or terror for me? I think a bit of both.
“To say that what is is not, or that what is not is, is false and to say that what is is, or that what is not is not, is true.”