Many spiders create beautiful and elegant webs that are delicate and intricate and wonderfully conceived traps by which the little spiders make their living.

I've been walking around one spider's handiwork for days now ... a web that has spans the width of my porch, and sparkles in the early morning. The spider who created this wonder is the size of my thumbnail (I must look like Godzilla to this tiny creature), is round and reddish brown and not at all attractive. Would be me if I were a spider, I think.

I consider that when the web is broken, as it inevitably will be, the spider will not complain. She will simply spin another one equally beautiful and equally elegant and equally fragile. She has to make her web to live. She has no choice.

I am not a spider. I am defeated by the rough ill will of cynics. And I can live well enough without rendering another graphic or writing another story, without exposing my short coming to the easy sarcasm of others.

Fortunately not everyone is as thin skinned. I have nothing but good thoughts toward those who keep trying and keep growing their abilities, and I also congratulate Renderosity for surviving the naysayers and still providing space to those who keep on weaving their hopes and dreams and nightmares. Some are at the beginning of their journey, some are and always will be hobbyists and self-entertainers, and here and there are the artists who create because they must. Like the spider, creating is essential to their life. It is quite wonderful to see the good, the bad, and the ugly able to co-exist on the galleries.

But, really, all this is an experiment in human nature...the best, and the worst, and everything else in between. That's more interesting than the graphics, I think.

But no one since I joined Renderosity ever agreed with me.

Take care all.