THE UNIQUE DISQUIET OF MAN 
       FULLY EXPLAINED IN A TALE OF ENTOMOLOGY 
                              ____________
 
 
 

There was a bug who lived inside a glass jar,
and though the jar was inconceivably larger 
than the bug,
it spent most of its life pressed up against the glass.

   (The jar itself is inside an even larger container.)
 

The bug was quite talented, 
and had many responsibilities;
the ongoing ones were primarily managed by 
parts of its body that generally were 
some distance from the walls of the jar,
while certain of the periodically appearing ones apparently could only be properly handled when its
face was  --  up-against-the-glass.
When conditions required thus,
the end of the bug that was  always against the glass 
would give its complete attention to the matter at hand,
a characteristic of great advantage
when the matter was of consequence,
but this carried over into times when 
nothing of significance was going on, 
and  resulted in the bug continually giving its total attention to whatever outside the glass 
had momentarily caught its fancy --
no matter how unimportant.
 
 
 

The bug was dedicated to its duties,
and another of its prominent features was an indefatigable desire that everything be -- “just right!”
                       --   all the time!
This too was advantageous when 
circumstances were serious -- 
but when they were not --
this relentless insistence on perfection 
took on a different taste. 

 

The bug, (being simply an instinctively driven insect),
seemed to have no control over this desire that everything it perceived through the glass 
should always be  –  just right --  perfectly arranged, 
as per its view of things.
 

Circumstances outside the bug’s glass jar 
seldom met his definition of being --  just right
indeed -- almost never:
a fact about which it made continual comment to itself.
 

The bug had quite a fertile mind, 
and constantly imagined how things outside its glass jar could be made -- just right.
This activity spawned a series of creative endeavors which reflected bug-eyed-views of perfection,
and which both entertained bugs, 
and further fueled their hunger there for.
 
 
 

Thus is the tell-all story of the bug in the glass jar.

                          Trust you enjoyed it,
                      was good having you here,
                            drive home safely.

                                        J
 
 
 
 

oh yeah, couple a more things:

The bug s unstated, instinctive view is that:
for things to be just right, and perfect,
they would have to be permanent; conditions could never change,
and since this is not possible -- the bug frets.
 

       Ever changing conditions --  ever fretting bug.

     Everything you need to know to know everything.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 (An even more expansive version of the story is available if you replace the word, "bug" 
 with another certain one word that also begins with "b.".)
 

                      A father cautioned a son: "Don't stand too close to that thing."