Do you ever feel guilty after killing a bug?
I always do.
After I kill it I think, oh where did you come from? Do you have a family that depends on you? What is your purpose in this world and did I just mess something up? Like that one short story where the main character goes back in time and steps on a butterfly and from then on the world is all messed up.
The last thing I think about is what if I were the bug? Minding my own business and something gigantic came out of nowhere and smashed me? I don't think I'd like that very much... but sometimes things just happen. Life is like that; we are all just bugs minding our own business, until something comes along and tries to smash us.
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