C I P R I A N I

A big reason for this whole “blog” thing for me as previously mentioned is to “stretch my muscles” so to speak.  To practice.  To “clear the cobwebs”.

However, upon further review of that particular adage – “clear the cobwebs” – I find it a little curious from a certain point of view.

For us humans, for the most part, cobwebs are a nuisance that collect in our seldom used attics, tangle us when in search of ancient artifacts, or accumulate in the unused portions of our brain somewhere between the neurocranium’s base and the basal ganglia. 

These pesky annoyances prevent us from accomplishment due to our dormant or atrophied thinkin’ muscles.   Hence “cobwebs” form in our brain.

Of course real cobwebs don’t really form in our brain – as atrophied or dormant certain parts and functions might actually be.

But as I was “clearing out my cobwebs”, trying to figure out what to write about – I realized that for the spider, the cobweb is something of a blog, or a screenplay, or a novel – or a table, or a chair, a transaction or an even iphone.

It is this innovation, this means by which the spider makes his living.  With great care, craft and precision, he weaves such a thing as to provide food and hence survival.  Function aside, like fingerprints and snowflakes, they’re truly unique works of art.

In short, masterpieces.

As artists, craftsmen, salesmen, innovators – We humans struggle each day after our morning cups of coffee – clearing our “cobwebs” in pursuit of our own personal excellence.  Our own masterpieces. 

And it seems to me there’s a ironic connectivity to that which one species refers to as an inhibitor to excellence, another species defines as the very apex of such.

Not that spiders are going around defining anything, let alone excellence.  As most animals, they’re simply being, surviving.

Yet, although the analogy might be a stretch, if you look within just our own species and our multitude of disagreements, I think saying that one group’s cobweb is another group’s cobweb might not be all that big of a leap.

It might certainly account for much of the inexplicable confusion.