Sitting at my desk this morning, I noticed this beautiful, though damaged, spider web on my balcony. Two things almost imperceptibly sprang to my mind: First, a spider had spun this web and, second, it was damaged. It then occurred to me that it would have taken so much more effort to convince myself that it had somehow materialized due to impersonal force or accidental development over time than to accept the evidence that something had made it (even if I hadn’t previously seen that it was a spider). To the second point, that it was now flawed didn’t deter me from believing that it wasn’t that way originally — that something had come along after its creation and damaged it. How absurd for me to believe that it being flawed now somehow took away from the reality that a skilled spider had made a good web.
