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The Bug Who Saw More Than Me
A Dialogue With A Different Perspective
“Hey, bug! That’s a bad spot for you to be, can’t you see that?”
“A bad spot for me to be?—forgive my skepticism, but I doubt that you have an understanding of what I deem good and bad.”
“But can’t you see it’s dangerous for you there?”
“Dangerous, yes. But, relative to what?—relative to where? Do you understand the dangers of my world and the decisions that have lead me to where I stand now?”
“Well, no—I suppose not.”
“Perhaps, then, it is you that does not see?”
“I just don’t want to cause you any harm, that’s all.”
“I do appreciate your sentiment, and I apologize if I seem ungrateful. I do not stand where I stand now out of carelessness; it was a risk to come here, no doubt. But, you see, I needed water—to come here meant probable death, to stay away meant certain death.”
“I understand; I’m sorry for the impasse I’ve brought you to.”
“It was not you who brought me here; but again, I appreciate your sentiment. It’s a rare human who can hear me, a rarer-still human who listens—
—you’re not horrified of me?”
“Horrified? Why would I be?”
