Bugging Out

I hate killing insects. And it's for a lot of different reasons.

I don't like the thought of killing anything. Nor do I like the actual feeling of smashing an insect. For another thing, I'm pretty sure that the little bugger is going to come back to life a la Kafka and eat me. And the fact that I have control over something's life simply because I am bigger than it doesn't bode well for my future.

I often think that God's relationship with us is a lot like our relationship with insects. We're wondering around fairly oblivious but knowing that at least conceptually there is something out there larger than ourselves. And we go around carrying around weight 10 times greater than ourselves - either literally or figuratively - unsure if it's contributing to a greater good or our eventual downfall until one day it doesn't matter anymore and we meet our fate possibly at the hands of someone else. It just seems awfully familiar.

Then again, I do NOT want to be swallowing any spiders in my sleep, so I guess I have to put up with this necessary evil.