An Insect Parable

One long and lazy summer evening, Blue Bottle Fly found his way into the web of Garden Spider. His big fat body was no match for Garden Spider's sticky net and lightening speed. He buzzed and buzzed his hardest but soon he was wrapped in silk so tight, no sound could come from his bound wings. As the long night was turning to dawn, Monarch Butterfly also found his way into the web. He made no sound as Garden Spider swiftly bound his beautiful wings tightly against his soft body. As day began to break, Blue Bottle Fly and Monarch Butterfly lay silent in their silk coffins. Blue Bottle Fly, who lived off death and decay, who was despised by all creation as a nuisance and spreader of disease now rested side by side with Monarch, who had lived off sweet nectar, was admired and lauded by all, photographed and written up in Nature Magazines as a marvel. Of course, neither one chose their direction in life, it was the way they were created. Nothing about that mattered now, in their identical postures it was impossible to tell which was which. Garden Spider, having rested from his midnight labors, looked at them and said to himself, "My, how I love a big breakfast".