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A few days ago I had one of those experiences that, although minor, had a huge impact on my psyche. A small spider, the size of a pin’s head, was crawling down her silk towards what would be certain death; he was drying some spaghetti and a mixture of turbulence and heat Pasta alone was a sure death sentence for a small organism.

In one swift movement, I stopped everything I was doing to grab the leash and move the small animal to a safer area. This one, perhaps frightened by the situation, climbed up to my hand and started walking among the hairs on my limb.

I was some minutes looking at her, watching her dance through my hair, feeling her paws, touching my skin, seeing her feel safe between my fingers. I was in that visual exploration, discovering the colors of its belly or the quirks of the insect’s primitive consciousness, until I left it on the wall. I touched a spider, yes, and not just one, I touched several, on many occasions to perform the same action I narrated a few lines ago.

Many of you wouldn’t think twice before killing a poor animal, before spraying it with poison or bursting its guts into the palm of your hand, I have been a victim of death myself hundreds like her, but why? Say, The difference between that animal and a dog is only four legs. Maybe because we feel a certain connection, a certain understanding with a dog or a cat, but we share space with many animals, plants and organisms.

And that’s where radical vegans would step in. comment stupidity, but stupidity It is better to have it outside the house.

What I have just told is not an ordinary anecdote so that those who read me would feel sorry for those animals that fill our stomachs. No, this reflection, this epiphany, was nothing more than a revelation inner reality.

Because sometimes we bow down and pray to someone bigger than us. us, of comparable enormity that spider and me, to assist us, to help us, to fulfill a promise.

Here we must think of that spider, that animal file, the shaving of the spider. If we cannot show compassion to an organism with these qualities, why do we assume that god would do anything different with us? We are dust in this universe of such dimensions, We are microorganisms for every titan.

In my life they present few opportunities for piety, I don’t mean those coins thrown out of vehicle windows to cooperate with a fashionable cause. I mean authentic situations in which our grace will decide conclusion. the situation with arachnid it was one of those moments where you feel that you are the one who has to be the vehicle of mercy, i realized that for the first time. Since it has nothing to do with manner, size or importance, godliness is godliness.

To see yourself reflected in the skin of any creature, to realize that their life, like yours, can disappear at any moment, is liberating in a sense. Realize that your freedom is expressed in a fleeting thought, in an idea turned into sand. Understand it just as you lift the highest spiritualized demands for higher consciousnessknowing that he can crush you like he would that spider, destroy you, but that you are still here, you are still here, you live, you walk on the hairs of the hands of the giant, the merciful titan.