Silicon Investor (SI) -- The First Internet Community

STOCKTALK

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor. We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community. If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.

Pastimes : Daily Story Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: E'Lane who wrote (1483)	7/27/2005 6:01:38 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2590

Why, I wondered, is my life so difficult? It's so chaotic sometimes I doubt there is a God. One day hiking deep in the woods, as was my habit and profession, I observed a spider's nest. It was one of many that I often cursed as I wiped them from my brow while moving through the forest. Every stick and stump had one, or so it seemed. I swore to myself, that web is just like my life. A perfect mess, chaotic, built without reason or plan. It didn't look like a nest at all, but more like a clump of dust under the couch in a home where lived a large, furry, and shedding dog. No self respecting spider would claim such a nest. Why not build one of those beautiful webs like those you see pictures of in magazines, dripping with gems of dew, and reflecting back the beauty of the world? No, this web was a mess. Like my life. But a shaft of light pierced the dense canopy of the forest and rested on this very web as if to reveal a mystery just for me. In that shaft of light I could see the internal structure of that dust bunny of dog fur. I could see that the spider had constructed a perfect hemispherical cavity, like an inverted bowl or maybe the canopy of stars that passed over my head at night. There in the perfect universe he created for himself, the spider lay in wait for his dinner. I never again doubted the wisdom hidden in chaos. It takes only a shaft of light through the canopy, just in the right spot, to illuminate a miracle.