When the night throws its dark gloomy wings on the world, and the remaining beams of light, generously catered by twilight, retreat peacefully; everybody hurries to his shelter. The musk of the winter night breeds all sorts of agonies, particularly in the deep down of the lonely recluse who lives shut up in one of the corners of his room like a useless gadget. He is faced with hallucinations, ghosts, and horrible reminiscences, terror and funk. He is there squatting on the ground, his chin on his knees; and his wide open eyes restlessly turning around as if looking for a saviour who would never come. A scene such as this one is very rare but it exists after all. However, a solution to kill boredom and to chase ghosts away is ultimately needed...
Someone who had never undergone such a situation before would say that simply a book at hand may solve the whole problem. Someone else would alternatively suggest, "What's the use of new technology if it doesn't help in such critical moments? I see that television may be quite a good means to entertain you, to destroy boredom and to fight away any sorrow or distress possible; or just a radio set could keep you company. It is enough to pull you out of your hallucinations and funk". Mr. .Know-it-all is almost sure that he has given us a final satisfying solution...
Nevertheless, the problem, dear fellows, is not as easy as it may seem. Suppose for instance you didn't find the book you want to read or just you didn't look like reading at all. Also imagine you switched on the television set and there was a boring film in which the actors, sitting around an old table in a dirty kitchen, talk about the weather while eating snails or frogs and drinking cheap wine. This magic box, my dear, provides you generally with all sorts of calamities: First, it supplies you with world News: The news which might bludgeon you with various scenes of refugees and with starvation in colour. Half-dead old people, appalled women, and handicapped children walking tiredly as if in a funeral, like ghosts who have at once come out of hell singing a dirge. It could also invite you to a cocktail of civil wars which are taking place permanently in many poor countries. Pictures of swollen corpses scattered here and there, there and here... They are so numerous that you may see some of them under your feet.
Perhaps, you could seize the opportunity to follow the steps how to make a modern meal: Rabbit with mint for example. The presenter may ask you to use Gasoline to make the meal more delicious... I'm almost sure you'd sick up your dinner. Besides, it would welcome you to watch some commercial presentations as common as dirt: shots of naked girls dancing on a beach while drinking lemonade as sour as life nowadays. What else could television entertain you with, serials?! One thousand-episode serials are unbearable; you might die before you finished them all! In brief, there is nothing good to see or listen to in this cursed world and damn time.
On the other hand, if you turned the radio on, you would listen to a donkey-like braying, sorry singing, voice assaulting on your nerves and killing inside you any possible appetite to music. You may go into a trance from which your recovering percentage is almost zero. I repeat it again, everything now is decaying. The events of the world are a source of tribulation and persecution...
As you see, dear fellows, the problem is not quite easy to solve. Thus the only possible solution, in a crazy witty person's opinion, is to squeal and lie down on your back gazing at the ceiling with your hands under your head, and your eyes scanning throughout the ceiling. Somewhere up in one of the corners there may be the solution you longed for. A "SPIDER WEB" that makes your brain ready to whirl. The spider web makes you smile and feel eager to know a lot about it. This is the beginning of the solution if you are really determined to follow the project up to the end. You have to study it carefully and this deserves to be well done otherwise results won't be satisfactory.
It is a rare opportunity to play the white-haired old scientist who is used to tackle serious enigmas and never say "die!" until he unveils them. Go on! Look at the web! I think this game will be pleasant and beneficial for you; and I think you'll appreciate it. Concentrate on it! Try to examine its form and then ask yourself these questions:
With questions such as these you may become one of three things: either a man of science or a philosopher, or perhaps you may go mad. At any rate, all depends on your answers for it is stupid to think that the spider has patiently and attentively constructed that web on purpose to decorate your humble room. No! Your answers should be logical enough to raise you to the level of shallow... AAAh! I beg your pardon... Great thinkers!!!
Say for example that the web is a sort of a net or a trap for special preys (small and delicious maybe). Even though it looks fragile, it is efficacious in its function. It is not a trap for elephants, it's obvious, but for insects such as flies, mosquitoes, flying ants, bees, wasps and all sorts of moths. If you prefer to go a bit further, ask if the spider can know it immediately when one of those interwoven strings is broken?! Of course yes. It is just like the lute, the rbab or the guitar if a string were broken; the music would seriously be affected. Likewise the spider knows as early as the string is damaged and rushes instantly to mend it. Isn't that amazing??!! It is incredible but true. Enrich your study and ask if the whole web is completely devastated, will the spider reconstruct it?! If so, where? At this stage of your research you have to recourse to experimentation. You stealthily stand up full of valour and enthusiasm... go to the web... Destroy it... and regain your place to observe the spider's reaction! Don't worry, the spider doesn't play Karate; and it has got neither a knife nor a gun. More than that, spiders are not interested in human beings. They like insects better. They find them digestible!!
Now I must leave. The spider-like-sleep is creeping over my eyelids. See you another time with another insane idea. I hope the spider -in question- will satisfy your curiosity by reconstructing a new web somewhere in your room but not in your BRAIN. Meanwhile enjoy defeating boredom, loneliness, hallucinations and ghosts of all... nationalities...
