A cloud of insects stings us in all our undertakings.

We begin to feel that we have messed up our instruments of observation, and that an entirely new system of feeling and action is required.

The feeling we want to impart to these new found, efficacious insects is “to be witnesses for their being.”

But how does a mere mortal like me, who has studied with flying insects, become a veritable witness for the nonexistence of the spiders of my imagination?

My whole environment is closed and confined, and I cannot look away.