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We’ve watched while the stars burned
Out, and creation played in reverse.
The Universe freezing in half-light.
Once I thought to escape.
To end a master, step out of the
Path of collapse. Escape would make us God.
Yet I cannot help but remember one enigma,
A hybrid, elusive destroyer.
This is the one mystery I have not solved.
The only element unaccounted for.
Posted by: Shai Hulud
I'd turn my back for a few minutes, then I'd turn back around and see what happened. Observation can change the course of things [Heisenburg's Uncertainty Priciple] (I'm a no-fate type of person), so I'd like to see the outcome witout observing the process... Think of Schrodinger's Cat experiment if you don't understand where I'm coming from:
Cat is put into a box... box is sealed. You come back say, a year later (time doesn't really matter), and before you open the box, ask yourself this: Is the cat alive or dead? How does one know without opening the box? There's a 50/50 chance that it could be either... so without viewing, the answer is that the Cat is both alive and dead. I bet Rip Saw can explain this better if my words are confusing.
To be biased, I favor the spider. Spiders are bad-ass... and butterflies anger me (they, well, their spawn, destroyed last year's Cucumber crop in my family's garden....).
Try planting about 30 Zuccini plants. They are similar to cucumbers, taste better with dip, and once they have started to grow nothing can stop them. Trust me; it happened to my family.
Ah, human morals. Our attempts to add order and meaning to our existence. And what do they accomplish? We're we to only think of our own own good we would ignore the spider and the butterfly. Were we to save one, it would die eventually anyway, so we would have accomplished nothing. So the real question is: what is the point? We feel bad about the dead, choosing instead to attempt to focuse on life, which is ultimately futile. We live our whole lives accomplishing nothing of any importance besides in our own minds. What we kill and destroy would have been gone eventually. We feel bad because it was our fault rather than an accident.
I would choose to do nothing. I would, like most other humans, foolishly feel poorly for the butterfly, although it in truth does not matter. I suppose that the only reason to care about it at all is that if I cared not about death, i wouldn't care about my own existance. I may as well do something, as there is no purpose either way beyond what I feel like.