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The spider came down from the ceiling. The boy sat working. The spider said, “What are you doing?”

The boy responded by looking down. This response had been taught to him by his father. “Don’t look me in the eye”, he said. “It is disrespectful.”

Since that time he had never looked in a single eye. People just thought he was shy. He was, but that wasn’t why he was looking down. Being shy did, however, give him an excuse; an acceptable reason for not making eye contact.

He got to know down intimately. He knew every crack in the pavement, every speck of dust. He was like a microscope. He even looked like one, head bent forward and eye cast down like a lens.

The spider knew down intimately, too. Not through sight, for he had pretty poor eyesight, but through touch. This was his domain and that is why he was asking the boy why he was so interested in it.

Looking and touching are the same. That is why you can feel someone looking at you, even though you cannot see them. You feel their presence; their energy.

The boy still didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to; the spider knew exactly what he was thinking; the spider was him.