A Bug

What a gross look it has! Why did God create such a nasty bug? Well, the bug might have the same thought as mine, but it won’t matter what kind of buggy thought it has or it doesn’t think at all since it will soon be trampled to death by me. A serial killer who put the gun on my head might think I wouldn’t care what kind of thought you have or you don’t think at all. Am I just a bug to the killer? I don’t have to become a bug in order to understand the bug’s thought. I don’t even have to understand the bug because I already know it. Why did God create a run-of-the-mill human like me? I hope the bug doesn’t have this kind of question. Then I don’t mind becoming a loathsome bug.

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