So often, we see that worm dangling off of that hook. We see the hook. We know its there. Yet still, we see that worm. You don't see too many juicy worms like that down here. In the still of the water.

The urge to just bite is great. What good am I really doing down here anyway? How do I know its not really worth it? What I may not see is that I am being watched from above by a similar creature with similar thoughts. What I don't see won't hurt me, if I don't let it. What I don't see will agree. This is the one time that I can agree with you.

What difference will it really make to the world anyway? Its time. Take the last bite.

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