When I saw a spider entrap and consume an insect, I saw God in that moment. The spider wraps its prey into its web and I also couldn’t help but compare it to gourmet chef preparing an expensive dish. I envision them all lined up, the flies and diminutive insects waiting to be feasted upon. The lambs are unwittingly led to the slaughter on this lattice alter. I was fascinated, entranced even by this brutal, yet delicate ritual.

Perched on high with eight eyes and eight limbs, it sees everything. To see is to know and the third eye chakra is associated with divine wisdom. The spider’s perception experiences all doors of reality. It posses a mobility that’s nigh unstoppable. It weaves intricate tapestries that aides in its fine kill. These tapestries are full of awe and beauty as they are treacherous and dangerous as if the kill is immanent within the seduction. What a marvelous creator-killer.

I saw the spider prepare its sacrifice. Usually gods have humans do their dirty work, but here art and the act of killing are too intimately intertwined and it makes everything about this process sacrosanct.