The spider weaved a beautiful web.
“This is my art. This is what I do”, she said as passers by stopped and watched.
“I hope you enjoy my work, I think I am getting close to discovering my signature style”.
The fly flew by oblivious to the art. The spider struck up conversation and talked with high brow. The fly, intimidated, decided to praise the work most easily available to its eyes. “The lines, I see, represent the connections of the living things with life, the center is that spring of life we all crave and search for”, he exclaimed excitedly but with a controlled range, too anxious to sound smart, endearingly failing to the audience of one, but still surprised by itself of what so rapidly had been blurted out, trying at once to remember what it was.
“I am amazed! You sure can see through what I thought was so personal yet tried to convey”, after a thoughtful careful pause, she continued with a friendly but hesitant voice, “I don’t usually allow strangers to do this—I am very protective of my work you see…, but you have won my trust and you should be able to touch my art. Only that way you will really feel its meaning. I have an odd sensation that through your perception you can unearth more things hidden within it than even I could have found.
The limbs of the fly were the missing stroke of genius that would catapult Spider to artistic renown.
The spider proudly traveled around showcasing her work to more of the flies who in turn empowered her craft to insurmountable stature.
I wish I could say that the fly, surviving somehow, realized this and was very, very sad, taking the lesson to heart, but I obviously can’t. I wish I could tell you that remorse filled the spider that brought her to change, but I’d need to ask her and last time I saw her she was but a gulp inside the bird’s throat.
So, what is the moral of this fable, you may ask…
Why, well, it is, of course, that you should beware… of… say, spider-ravenous cold-eyed evil birds destroying artwork, grabbing you from perhaps a leg—just one of all you might have—and toy with you around and gulp you deep down.
So come already and absorb this wisdom that the spiders and flies and the treacherous birds so eagerly want you to listen to.