One day in the evening, as I sat reading a book by the light of a yellow lamp in my small, soft, cocoon-like room with white eggshell walls, I saw the most disgusting spider crawling in the corner of the wall. Its existence so offended me that I got off my bed. With great arthritic pain, I took the effort to **** it with a broomstick.
Later, as I pondered, a black thought came to me: What if I was the spider, and God was me? I killed it because it was ugly, with eight gossamer legs. God has known me truly, fully, and well.