the meaning of life
So today I've been rehearsing Mahler all day. It's not that I don't love the music - I really do - with all it's angst and abstract philosophy. But he didn't write the most exciting flute parts really....too much time not playing and when things are rehearsed over and over again and you're not playing you can't help but start wondering about other stuff. Last night when I went into the kitchen I found two massive slugs had made their way in through the cat flap and it set me thinking. What is the point of slugs??? They don't help the earth like worms do, they don't eat bugs like ladybirds and aphids do - all they do is get where they shouldn't be, eat things you don't want them to eat and leave trails of slime everywhere. The only good reason for their existence I can think of is as sustanance for hedgehogs and moles and badgers but that seems a bit shitty to me. Or they exist to make me feel better about my life...(that sounded really morose - I love my life really!)
posted by raven at 6:59 pm
2 Comments:
I hate slugs but your picture of a slug actually makes it look rather beautiful. Probably the easy answer is that diversity seems to be good for life to flourish.... My mother used to be a Zoologist and would collect slugs for her work (I think to feed them to something that found them tasty). She'd put them in empty ice-cream boxes and boy would I get a shock when I'd open them hoping to see chocolate ice-cream!
I think you're probably right but it's still a crap reason to exist I think - it's still for everything else. I wonder if slugs know they are doomed..
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