While on my morning jog today, I stopped to ponder a street lamp containing about an inch worth of dead, trapped insects inside. As I thought about the designers of these lamps/traps, I wondered why they can't make them so that the insects CAN'T get inside. I thought "what horrible tools of death"...And as this thought occurred to me, a tiny insect flew into my eye and died. It was with this that I realized that "I" am a "tool of death", Like the street lamp, so am I an unexpected trap waiting for the unsuspecting prey.....


And so are all of you....