Illumination

I spent my day off recovering from the trip to NYC, and catching up with Puggie.

While Puggie napped on the couch (as he is doing right now) I noticed a brown insect with wings land on the wall beside me. I movedy slowly to get a piece of mail, and crept upon it. I crushed it quickly, and to my surprise it exploded unleashing bright flames across the wall-- the bright organs of firefly.

I felt guilt at killing something beautiful, and moreover, not recognizing its beauty until it was too late. It is a curious thing what humans attach value to. I don't see why any human, including myself, should logically feel guilt at killing an insignificant bug...

...But no one said we were logical.