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Spider Eclipse!
Jun. 7th, 2004 06:58 pmCity lights impede our view of the stars.
One night, about eight years ago, I went on a camping trip up to the mountains with an astronomy class I wasn't taking. There was a one-of-a-kind astronomical event of some sort or another taking place, so we all went out to the lakeside to watch, look at telescopes, and discuss the astronomical event.
(Speaking of astronomical events, did anyone else stockpile on wishes granted during the Leonid meteor showers or was it just me?)
After it was over, I sat in my tent, which I'd hastily improvised from nearby fallen branches and also a tent kit, and noticed a small red bump on my arm. It might have been a pimple, or a mosquito bite, but it wasn't quite either of them.
As I had learned to do when faced with something unknown, I meditated upon it. I closed my eyes, emptied my mind, and focused upon understanding it. I contemplated how it felt. Deeper and deeper I fell into my trance of studying this little red bump.
Then, after immersing myself in the sensation of it, I realized that it was a spider bite.
Focusing so passionately upon the spider bite, I somehow filled my bloodstream with it. I felt spider venom coursing through my veins, not from the actual bite, which was fairly minor, but from my contemplation of it.
Naturally, I died of spider poisoning.
So how, I ask you, am I writing this journal?
One night, about eight years ago, I went on a camping trip up to the mountains with an astronomy class I wasn't taking. There was a one-of-a-kind astronomical event of some sort or another taking place, so we all went out to the lakeside to watch, look at telescopes, and discuss the astronomical event.
(Speaking of astronomical events, did anyone else stockpile on wishes granted during the Leonid meteor showers or was it just me?)
After it was over, I sat in my tent, which I'd hastily improvised from nearby fallen branches and also a tent kit, and noticed a small red bump on my arm. It might have been a pimple, or a mosquito bite, but it wasn't quite either of them.
As I had learned to do when faced with something unknown, I meditated upon it. I closed my eyes, emptied my mind, and focused upon understanding it. I contemplated how it felt. Deeper and deeper I fell into my trance of studying this little red bump.
Then, after immersing myself in the sensation of it, I realized that it was a spider bite.
Focusing so passionately upon the spider bite, I somehow filled my bloodstream with it. I felt spider venom coursing through my veins, not from the actual bite, which was fairly minor, but from my contemplation of it.
Naturally, I died of spider poisoning.
So how, I ask you, am I writing this journal?
