By Mike Wagoner
Does a spider go about its day unwittingly, with no anticipation of the future, or recognition of the past? Are its innate signals coming from something perfectly patient or just a haphazard entity, a blind ambition that has somehow stubbled upon success?
How it senses what to do, I was never meant to know.
It’s a little unsettling, witnessing such a thing, for it reminds me of my staggering insignificance.
On a bad day, I wonder as I wander, trying to intellectualize myself out of the dark. One a good day, I just take a few things on faith.
Mike Wagoner has a dual personality. By day he is a science teacher and by night a singer-songwriter. He has recently moved to the area from Nashville, where he taught school and did studio work on the side.
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