I'm going to stop killing little bugs.

I'm with you on this one, Asaf. Bugs don't need to die just because they wind up crawling around inside the enormous boxes we've planted down all over their territory.

I was looking down at a bug this morning.  Normally I would just squash it in an instant.  But I got to thinking about this site which got me down on my hands and knees for a closer look.  Killing the bug would be so damn easy.  I'd done it before so many times, but for some reason, I wasn't doing it.  I was looking at this bug, just crawling along the floor.  And I was thinking:  what the hell is going through that little thing's mind?  I probably shouldn't have cared, but I couldn't help it.  Where was it coming from and where was it going?  Was it lost or did it know exactly where it was?  Did it know I was watching it and just ignoring me?  Or was it frightened to all hell and just acting confident?  Or did it even know or care that I existed? And while I was watching this bug crawl, I was entirely aware of the fact that its life was completely in my hands.  But I asked myself a question:  why should its life be in my hands?  Who the hell was I to be "granting" life to this little creature by letting it go?  And worse still: who the hell was I to consider ending it?  Who put me in charge of that little bug's life?  And I started to wonder if up there in space, there are creatures bigger and smarter than me?  And if one day they come down here to do a little clean up job, would they look at me and decide at that moment to change?