Strange Turn of Events Leads Writer to Symbioticism
A man by the name of Myself was enjoying time off this weekend. Just relaxing, being the simpleton that I am. All of the sudden, my eye was grabbed at by the claw of a spider hanging from a string. The pesky arachnid pulled the protective covering completely from my retina. And I noticed, with suddenly refined vision, that he was swinging from a parachute made from web, being swooped away by the wind.
My vision was ever clear, as were my abilities, due to the adrenaline. Unfortunately, the looks of everything around me made me feel terrible. I felt quite an aggressive spell, actually - and so I pulled a stiff hair from my beard and throw it like a dart, directly into the meat of the spider’s chute, bursting it. The spider fell down. It scurried. I chased it. It led me from my hammock, into town and down an alleyway. I chased it around corner after corner, wanting revenge. I chased it throughout the depths of the labyrinth that is my city for so long that I got lost in the chase.
-- until a wave of belligerent noise and lights overwhelmed my senses... I lost track of the bug. I looked up from the ground. This was the first time I'd looked up in two miles. What I saw was people all around me dancing their minds away.
I could see how energetically they moved their bodies, and how they snuggled up into each other’s gazes so deeply and endearingly like the covers of the warm bed. I could see the warmth; but, I did not feel it. The passion was so distant to me. Although I could see it in incredible detail, my eyes could not absorb its warmth -- I imagine for the same reason the moon is cold.
The crowd parted into two oceans of white noise. In the center of it all, an average woman danced mediocrely. I blinked and, while my eyes were closed, I had a vision of the lady as a wiggling worm on a hook destined to be slurped by a fish lurking below.
When my eyes opened, they had done so just in time to see this woman, angry and with warts all over her face, huck a flying saucer of spit soaring through the air and directly into my eye.
I blinked frantically times, until my vision un-fogged. Then I saw the woman for what she was: the most divine Goddess: a guide of spirits. She moved like a dragonfly in the breeze, an angel in the clouds. Her spit insulated my oculers, warming my interpretations of my visions when, without eye covers, they were doomed to freeze.
She looked intently into the warmth that my eyes have always been able to generate, and that finally they could retain. She saw the warmth I produce and that I always would produce. A look of resolve contentment and trust came over her.
She gladly scooped out the contents of her eye holes, and pressed them into place in my head.
I looked around. I could see happiness all around me. Good people! Wholesome, dancing, fun-loving folks. I couldn’t help but jiggle wiggle with and hug everyone in sight. There was this guy and that guy and her and him. Everyone was beautiful, and we all shared this lovely world. I romped about enthusiastically and without restraint, telling everyone what I thought of them, and exploring their infinite beings and allowing them to explore mine.
I came back to the ground when a stranger I spoke with mentioned a lady in the room who was seemingly in distress, drunkenly feeling her way around the crowd. In my excitement, I had forgotten her.
I looked and there she was: the blind giver of my eyes, crying out of her empty sockets. I touched my hand to hers. She examined it cautiously. When she recognized the warmth of it, she embraced me dearly despite my mindless leaving her behind just moments earlier. She purred and burrowed her head into my chest. She told me that she needs to be taken care of now. I told her I would watch over for her, using her eyes. She corrected me: “our eyes”. Then she kissed the aged copper spider emblem hanging from her necklace. She held in my direction, and I did the same.
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