Looking out the window onto Fauveaux Street, I notice a lady beetle trapped in a spider's web. The poor little thing, speckled black on a sunflower shell, legs pushing against nothing, struggling to no avail. I call out to Luke, and we both stoop down and ogle a life's last moments. I mention to Luke that I would save it if I could open the window, but we are in an office building and there are no latches. There is nothing that can be done.
It is at this very moment that I feel the eyes of the gods penetrating my soul, peering down through the window of the Universe, staring down at my struggle, well aware of my plight, yet, helpless all the same. For a split second I feel like my own god, wanting to help but unable to; there are no latches on this window, no way to save me, to save the lady beetle.
The insect writhes furiously, and, for a moment I become excited; it looks as though it may free itself. Spinning on a tenuous thread, its wings are splayed and flapping crazily, liberation within reach. I urge on the David, fighting against Goliath - life. A gust of wind shoots through and the lady beetle is trapped more securely than ever.
Luke and I walk away and continue our conversation. The beetle is still there.
