a spider's (?) web

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God. Who is God? The Almighty, the creator, the controller of this universe and other infinite parallel universes? That's what we're told, aren't we? Do we know for sure? If God exists, do we know his nature? Is he active or dormant, is He the creator or just an entity like us? Can we ever hope to know?

She didn't like being fed from a spoon. She didn't want to believe in God's existence, but atheism made the world less magical. As if there was no connection between organisms except the food chain and the ecological system, there was no definite conscience, no victory-of-good-over-evil. But again, how could she believe something that was just told?

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can a web just exist?
can it ensnare millions of dust particles, flies and connect walls
all by its own?
can it move, expand, recede, and sail with wind
without a sailor, the Spider?
can there be no ship without a sailor?
—no web without its maker?

stop believing in the Spider, does the web cease to exist?
will the flies, dust and walls just be, but without a connection?
will victory cease to be reserved for the power of goodness?

if the Spider is a mere myth, the walls will stand, flies will still fly, dust will still wander;
but will they be purposeless?
would you and i be purposeless?
do we even have a purpose?

would we all be plain wandering souls, living through the Seven Ages of the Shakespearean Acts?
would we be purely animalistic—working through the "earn, eat, sleep, repeat" schedule?

work through life, then die;
no higher purpose?
after all, aren't we higher beings in the animal kingdom, with higher intelligence, linguistic capabilities, Reason, Virtue and twiddly opposable thumbs?

yet, what good did any of that do to us?

did we figure out for sure whether there's a Spider?
what if there isn't?
what if there is?
what if we are on our own, either ways?

what if there's no web at all?
just the wall, the dust, the flies...
we don't know anything, do we?

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