a spider is a spider is a spider  is a neuron  sometimes a roving neuronbut make no mistake a spider is a neuron
its hundredsthreaded web is a construct of synapses which feed subtle inputs identifiying prey deliberating rents violations holes in its vital continuity curious fingerings which strum its neural strings 

it occurred to him one brisk morninghe wasnt going to pay attention to the house temperatureclose the windows  52 brisk but not too cold the window in the bathroom was open he had a warm showeronce the shower curtain was closed and he was under water the enclosed spacehe was sure wasnt 52  far warmer how you think of things is more than half the battle far warmer

he turned the water off and pulled back the curtain there was a mist in the air that visually movedswirled when the wind breathed through the window he toweled his upper body dry stood on either leg drying his legs then stepped out of the tub onto the bath matthe mist disassembling

as was his practise since he notice appleseed years ago  she seemingly etched in the corner of the ceiling above the sink replaced now by yaaintnoappleseed he liked to think that yaaint was an offspring of appleseeds it comforted him to think so
            as was his practise he looked into appleseeds corner and yaaint was immobilefront an center on silvered weave that was larger than he knew and he could see that each of yaaints legs stood on separate strands

curiously he blew to yaaints leftwatched the threads tremblewatched the tensionthe attitude in yaaint  false alarm

fascinated he repeated blowing into yaaints web a couple more times the results the same and readying to blow a fourth time suddenlyinstead he held his breath his lungs filled he could feel his breaths sensation inside himprickling him then it occurred to him  yaaint was a neuron

a perfect neuron

                  perfected nearly fourhundredmillion years ago

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