I don’t suppose we require a fresh metaphor for the futility of life, but if we did, the cicadas could certainly provide us with one.
Those long years of cool nothingness, and then an upward crawl, a clumsy flight, a raucous song, a reproductive tumble and a tumble into the dirt, all within weeks.
But at least they don’t bite.
And what more vivid example of “living in the moment” could we find than the infrequent visits of our little red-eyed, flying friends?
Paul Revier:
ReplyDeleteAnd it's life, in all its fullness. We cringe, but not the cicada. The cicada sings.
Bruce Kanin:
ReplyDeleteThe glass sponge, which can live for more than 10,000 years, probably looks upon us humans the same way we do cicadas.