Walking to work this morning I disturbed several emerald flies feasting on a dog turd as I passed by along the pavement.
Flies get a bad press, because they sit in shit and then sit in your fruit bowl without wiping their feet (so wash your fruit before eating, and get over it). But if it weren’t for flies, we’d be ankle-deep (and rising) in things we’d rather not think about.
The thing is this: the flies were beautiful – jewel-like, flashing in the light. If God gave beauty to nature’s bin-men, functionality without beauty is meaningless; ‘good enough’ is not good enough…
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