No Use For A Title

I was outside waiting for the pizza delivery folk to rediscover where I live when I observed a fly of reasonable size repeatedly ramming into the windows on our porch, which is enclosed. Using the power of hyperthreading, I pondered multiple concepts based on this.

One of these was how the fly does not perceive the glass as a barrier, they don't see anything, so they think it's empty space. An offshoot of this was thinking about the way babies wouldn't cross chasms in rooms that were covered with clear material, no matter how stable it was. So I reasoned that the fly can't be much more developed mentally than a small baby.

Then, I looked over at one of the windows, and the frame had a hole in it, small enough to allow the fly to escape, if it would only find it and walk through. This made me think about all the people who allow themselves to be stuck where they are, their lives stagnating because of some glass ceiling - or wall, in this case - that they don't see a way around because they're too busy flailing about, ramming their heads into the glass ceiling, hoping to break it. I resolved that I will not become that fly, symbolically speaking.

All I have to do now is drain a few souls and wait for an opportunity to rise in power. Not all go-arounds are passive.