X- The Spider Weaves..

The spider weaves its web; as we weave ours. Waits patiently for its
prey, legs tentatively sensing the movement of each strand. So that if
something should become trapped in it, it will dart out in a flash and
give the poisonous bite.

We sit and wait for our prey to land on our webs. Eyes peeled for any
slight movement on those silvery strands. We weave our webs to capture
them, those things we feel are necessesary for our lives. Webs of
deciet, webs of truth, webs of love, webs of desire, webs of hate, webs
of religion. Whatever these webs are, they are designed to feed our
animation.

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The wolf spider prowls with its predatory instinct across the bathroom
windowsill. Watching with its many faceted eyes. Stealthily lieing
silent and still in the shadows, as a beetle walks by.

Then with sudden movement that takes you by surprise: it darts across
the sill and across to the other side, the beetle within its eight
legged grasp, struggling with the fast acting venom. It will slowly
devour this beetle in another corner, slowly suck out its inner self,
now dissolved as fluids, fluids that are easier for the spider to
digest.

We watch for the moment. Sensing it with our cameras, tape-recorders
and notebooks. We watch for the moment and when it comes: we capture it
then take it somewhere else - slowly dissolving it into something more
palatable, something easier for us to digest; hungrily sucking the
inner essence of that moment into ourselves.

Perhaps the spiders are our brothers/sisters.