The Spider

The brain does not travel in a linear path, It forms a web, a dense deep web, preying on something new everyday, Yes, in this story you are the spider and not the prey, because you are building this web.

I am also a spider in this story just like you, and one of us is maybe a prey, or none of us.

Anyway, where were we,

Aye, the brain, like a puzzle that adults solve, not kids, kids live in the present, they born enlightened, we transform slowly into spiders, poisoning our preys, everyday, day by day lowly and steadily.

now this puzzle, focus, you are a also a puzzle designer in this.

the puzzle that our brains built , where we are suspicious, we imagine time, from past to future, we plan things, we suffer and we tend to be so sure of ourselves, because we designed this puzzle, hence we know where all the pices are, and how they fit, we give our brain these small doses of dopamine to keep it entertained, it is an important part of your body.

Yes, more important than you Mr. Penis, the attention Mr. Penis gives itself is just scary, self absorbed, typical male brain, problematic human.

And you know what…

well let is be,

Mr, penis is for another day, today we are here to be spiders. Now for some humans the brain does travel in linear paths, they ignore everything around them and just focus on the straight eye movement, but you see,

lets say I am a linear path and you are a linear path, now both of us travelling our own said paths, and having fun on the go, we also made a deal, that we shall never cross each other cause if we did, we would end up being spiders.

and as the journey progresses, both of us meet a person who makes sure that we break the deal, tits inevitable to not meet this person, this person is infinity and using its magical powers that multiple people have failed to explain and called it black hole, transforms us back into spiders,

and we go into these spirals, where we are the lord and everyone else is just a prey, and we keep building he web deeper and deeper and keep adding preys and preys, to fulfil our hunger.

But one day while constructing the beautiful web that we made, you and me and all the other spiders who are in this with us,

while making the web, one of my leg gets stuck in the web, and the web is now on automation like everything else in life, and the web is getting more and more intricate and complicated and its become unable to to take your leg off it, you start screaming for help, you scream for days, you remember your old days when the web used to simpler, you dream of linear paths that don’t meet, even at infinity (cause its a dream) and you are gasping for breath cause now the web has all your legs and your body, just when you are about to give up and close your eyes, and be like, fuck this, I won’t survive this, you see one of the spiders, which is you, which is me, coming to help you and you smile, a tear drops form your eye and reaches your lips, its salty, the spider comes closer and slashes it’s poison in you,

all this while the spider is you, the prey is you, you is me, me is the web, and the wed is a combination of never ending lines that dream of being a circle, to have no end no start point,

to be enlightened and live in the present, and let go of webs,

like a kid.