A Miraculous Feat of Absolute Nothingness
We spend most of our time pretending we are not animals. We'd like to imagine we are somehow better than the pigeons outside of our windows, or the possum that takes its nightly stroll outside our apartment complex simply because we have the dignity to order ourselves little outfits on sale from gap.com. But when we see, for instance, a hummingbird, dead twitching on the ground, we remember that despite our 6" to 1' walls keeping creepy crawlies from our beds, we are indeed at the constant whim of nature. Maybe that's why its so intrinsic to our species that we find metaphors in animal behavior. It's probably easier to stomach than taking nature and all its cruelty at face value. I was sitting drunk on the porch in San Antonio, Texas, a pit-stop in my ill-advised cross country journey to find solace, or at least some creature comfort. It was a sticky, summer cicada evening, lubricated by at least two of Mia Ramon's frozen margarita concoctions. The Ramon'...
