Standing on my front porch last evening, I glanced up into the sky and saw a swarm of mayflies dancing. They'll live a few days at most; the adults exist only to reproduce and they don't even have a working digestive system.
If I were deep I'd write something philosophical comparing their brief lives to our human lot, man born of woman is but a few days, out out brief candle, etc.
But we're not mayflies, I'm not deep, and I just enjoyed watching them fly and hump in midair.
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