There’s a spider that lives right outside my office window — right in the lower left corner, so I see him/her from time to time wobbling around on its web. Made me wonder what the life of a spider is like. Nothing very deep here, just wondering. Does it know it’s made up of pure evil? (If you can’t tell, I really don’t like spiders very much. They freak me out. But since he’s on the outside and I’m on the inside, we’ve reached a certain accomodation.