This place is filled with bugs. Look at that one there in the corner. Oh wow, that’s a spider eating another spider. No wait, not eating. Well, that’s natural. Told Joe I could wait for the money he owes me if he would talk to Myles about the Keyes ad. He won’t do it. Look at those spiders. Right here with us, living lives. Mating. Sharing our houses strangers to us. What civilization do they have, I wonder. They crawl so close over everything we have, everything we’ve made. Our art, our literature, our beds. And we busy with our moderation and botheration and civilization and syphilisation to be much to them but goodfornothing gods lighting sideways on their lives smushing them so you wouldn’t see a trace of them after and leave them for our dogs to devour or wipe them off with something and into the trash with you, honey. And here are these two in the corner just in time to be late to know that somebody will smash them before they are done and well, that’s natural. Obliterated to nothingness. Well, not nothingness. Nothing is not nothing. Think about zero, yeah? What is it but a place holder. It makes things clearer in writing down numbers so 1132 can be seen right away as different from 11032. Zero is a quantity of nothing. Until you try to divide something by zero. Then nothing turns into something pretty quick. It becomes a whole lot of something, infinite something. Suddenly nothing is everything. Those spiders are nothing. Those spiders are the kings of infinite space.