The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Think About This.

A Curious Snail.

A snail crawls toward a leaf. It intends to munch upon it. A shoe or a foot crushes its shell in passing, with out knowing it has done so. The snail is still alive, its bowls and intestines ground together, mixed with grains of gravel, in unendurable pain. It agony ends when the sun comes out from behind the clouds and fries it alive on the pavement, and it becomes so dehydrated it dies.

There is more than 500 billion snails and about 6.5 billion humans in the world, so that means that even though I just made that up, it almost certainly has happened.

You may have even done it.

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