Laying on my bead, in an unbreakable gaze of amusement and study, I watch. I watch he, who has been my entertainment through this popular ailment of boredom, ever so gracefully shimmer up…shimmer down. Up and down this silken thread of beautiful argentate he climbs. Defying gravity is his hobby. Survival: his incentive. Lower…lower…Centimeter by centimeter he plunges. Piercing through the unfamiliar atmosphere he dives. Almost there… Even champions of war display less spirit than this.
"You fool." I declare.
Unshaken, he continues.
"You will never make this out alive."
Undaunted, he drives on.
His gallantry, though senseless, is admirable.
"I see clearly, now, fearless arachnid. You have proved to be with unshakable belief and directive. How few of us learn what you, not even 3 centimeters large, have possessed your entire life."