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Angels on the sideline
Puzzled and amused
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they’re all confused
Don’t these talking monkeys know that
Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly old monkeys
Where there’s one, you're bound to divide it
Right in two
Angels on the sideline
Baffled and confused
Father blessed them all with reason
And this is what they choose
Monkey, killing monkey, killing monkey
Over pieces of the ground
Silly monkeys give them thumbs
They forge a blade
And where there's one they're bound to divide it
Right in two
Right in two
Monkey, killing monkey, killing monkey
Over pieces of the ground
Silly monkeys give them thumbs
They make a club
And beat their brother down
How they survive so misguided is a mystery
Repugnant is a (not dismal) creature who would
Squander the ability to lift an eye to heaven,
conscious of his fleeting time here
Cut it divide it all right in two
Cut it divide it all right in two
Cut it divide it all right in two
Cut it divide it all right in two
Fight, over the clouds, over the earth, over sky
Fight, over life, over blood, over air and light
Over love, over sun, over another
Fight, till they die (not all the time) Over what? Over
Lies and (greed)
Angels on the sideline again
Been so long with patience and reason
Angels on the sideline again
Wondering when this tug of war will end
Cut it divide it all right in two
Cut it divide it all right in two
Cut it divide it all right in two
Right in two
Right in two
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I just killed a spider. Which usually isn't a big deal except, the difference is, this time I contemplated not killing it. What exactly is it that makes us feel like a life, any life, can be so insignificant? To me, the spider is a million times smaller, less complex, little or no feelings, not conscious of its own existence. If I kill it, no other spiders will care. None of its family will miss it. It probably doesn't even know it's dead.
In the scope of this universe, which takes light billions of years to cross, we're insignificant too. All of our petty problems, like "Darn, I'm out of milk" or "North Korea is threatening to use nuclear missiles against nations of the free world" don't really matter. It could all be over in an instant, if and when we're hit by an asteroid. And it will happen. Maybe not this lifetime, or for the next 10,000 years. But it will. They pass within alarmingly close distances of Earth all the time. "Ten million miles! That's not close at all!" Well if you were in Hong Kong, and I was in Montreal, and I chucked a dart at your head (I've got a good arm) and it missed by a few inches, that'd be pretty damn close, don't you think?
Not that I'm trying to be negative... just trying to put things in perspective. What are we after? There's got to be something deeper than just working everyday to pay for your car, or that plasma tv, or a mortgage, or that hand bag, or that suit... you get my point (I hope). I just want to slow down. Take more time to appreciate exactly how much of a fluke it is that I exist.
All this cause of a spider? I feel bad now. Should have brought her outside.
