I talk a step outside for a cigarette.  As I glance around at the night as I usually do, I see a june bug fluttering in a bowl of water set outside earlier in the day for the dogs.  I thought to myself, “Man that sucks.”  Then it hit me, a barrage of “what-ifs”.  Was there a reason I stepped outside that very moment and saw that bug loosing his life?  What do those bugs do?  Aren’t they just a parasitic beetle that’s larva are grubs that destroy my lawn in the fall?  I don’t know, but I felt a duty to help it out.  So I did…

“If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man,” said Albert Einstein.

Strange. 

As I looked around some more, I see another, pulsating on what looks to be a “helicopter” leaf.  No.  The pulsating came from a moth, with wings spread, one killing the other.  Which?  I don’t know, but I left it alone.

I have no clue on how the world’s eco-system works, and what’s purpose is what.  One day, who knows, nature could turn on us, and we could become the moth/june bug, fighting for existence in a bowl of water.

All of this from just needing a smoke.  Go figure.