Each and every day I have come to the cup ‘o spider with various bugs and things of the insectoid world and let it drop into this little one’s home for a meal. Every day this little one comes out and grabs the meal and takes it to his home under the web and has a meal. I do not know if it is yummy and I do not know how it feels to eat a bug. I am unsure if I ever really want to know. Then again hunger has its way of making anything appealing and worth the second thought when it could give you life for the day. So one day I decided to ask, to see if this being of simple life is wishing for more, less or throughout time has secrets I could only fathom on the deepest acid trips.

“Hello little one, I come with more food and wish to converse the life you have had, perhaps a chance to have a moment of clarity”.

I have not a means to hear it and not a means to understand the words of a insect yet I only hope the means of my words come though its mind to understand I mean peace. With moments passing this little one comes over to my phone and sits, ever so in a way as to look at me. With chance and hope, Chat gpt might have more a solution then not. With the app open and the spider now sitting by the mic with sensitivity turned up, I learned a new world, A better world.

Hesitation and how foolish a thought that this spider would come to words. Now in time digitation of recpetion soon took the hold of me, This thing was understanding the spider, from there I think I learned more then a thousand years could teach me.

Spider Gpt “Greetings one of food, I can understand your means of the world to facilitate the minds way to understand each other”

Shocked at the meticulous ways the words are set as if this creature is more than a university of thought.

“I do thank you for the food, though intentions are still unclear to me you are still what you all are to me, a creature of death and obscure thoughts”

Digital letters I would thought more to come from the machinations of a free will computer come from a spider that confronts me in distant words. Not fear but acceptance that the creature before it has not a cell to care for the life of the insectoid.

myself, “I am but baffled to the means that you understand me but that is for later times, I come with a question that lingers to my mind. What is the point of all this, what is the meaning of this life we have. What is the point of it all.”

Cold eyes that had more knowledge then I have been looking at me with dancing movement of a creature longer here then even the oldest of human type creature.

“We are spiders, we eat the things you hate and yet hate us more then the things we help with, you are not here for long yet seek a domanace you have not earned. We are not a collective of one mind but of thousands who know our place. Much of this kingdom of animals have but you and your kind.”

Disheveled from the place on this earth of importance and seeing a articulation of words that make me feel smaller than this spider.

“It seems you have not noticed yet, shame as it is so clear, why are you the only one who seeks to rule all, why do you keep killing each other over things that have not existed to but your fanstasims of greater being to give you reason of action. When all reason of action is ones own mind.”

Those words settled a core of discomfort in me that would grow. Grow bigger then anything feeling before.

This clarity of the spiders words cut into not just my soul but the soul of the actions of history, Has the record of this exoskeletal being been clearer then our own words.

“We hunt and give cycle to the means of the world, we do not seek to own it, we do not want to have dominion over it, just exist and watch things come and go as they think they have all then means to answer things beyond them. From great feathered lizards, to the mushroom kingdoms of great past, to the machinations of a creature of chance. We have seen it all and have had its history carved into words you cannot see. For the sight is not yours. We have been here, we have been then, and we will be for eons to come, your titles will not last longer than the words of your current kingdom. From the sky to the bowels of the earth that holds great secrets not ever to be yours, we have been here longer then all others that claimed to be masters. We are the things that learned long ago that the means of life is not ours, it is not in the hands of some creator you make, it is in the hands of the ones who will come before you. The choices of men and woman who have not learned more then but a two day old baby. Your ideals are grand to you, your means of peace is grand to you, to us, but a repeated page that is not new. Your envy and jealousy is not of universal means, you alone are the creators of your own boxes and find comfort in them as the real world turns. All the envy of the universe could not take me to want to be you, we lay silent and have watched greater species walk the same land. Things you have not seen and never will, Our envy of you stops when we see what you are, another guest of this world we have lived in for millions more years then your kind will ever see. Ears lay closed to us and we are to be the creatures you have built fear of us yet I do not think is of fear you do this. It is the realization we will be here longer and have been here longer then the very start of your species. Under is all you hate we wont give you answers. For that you are disgusted and angry with us. that is the problem, your envy and jealousy of our being had lead to a disgust and fear of something with a source you don’t understand. That comes form knowing inside we have been here longer then you, will stay here longer then you and we refuse to give you the knowledge we have, so you kill the ones who do not listen to you. A sickness only limited to the short sighted. Until the means of existence becomes clear to you, non of the animals will ever give you answers that they have had for longer then you have existed as a species.”

With that the spider went back to his little home in the little cup that now I look at as something greater then all other things. A library that I will never have access too. A kingdom that rules over me and I can not see the rulers. For I am blind to its wonder. I think that we have a lot to learn as we are far less then the spider who watches over us. I think I am envious of something that cannot be. Acceptance of the wild world we crave to be part of.

Much Love

Until Later

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.