Have you ever sat quietly and watched a swarm of flies float around in a cloud? I wonder why, if you try to pay attention to a single one, you might find like I did that it zig zags side to side, up and down in its own established column. You can’t track it for long, it soon becomes a part of the bigger picture again. But for those few seconds, before it goes into a shadow and you loose it forever, you might feel the slightest and most fleeting sense of empathy for the insect. You wonder, just for a second, whether that cool breeze you just felt on the nape of your neck had a simultaneous effect on the little guy. Perhaps he made an extra loopty-loop to show off for you as he rode the current. But alas, just as the empathy peaks your eyes blink, and in that frame of an instant the swarm moves on, taking with it your curiosity and once again you become a fly-hating human.
J. D. Sampson