The swarm of giant red-eyed bugs drew closer.

When the leader of the giant red-eyed bugs, his jaws dripping venom, heaved up upon his hind legs and asked "Could I trouble you for a cup of sugar?", the villagers realized that

reality is devoid of sensory meaning, empty, and that to truly *be* one must accept the inevitable effect of ego upon the interpretation of experience. They gave the bug his sugar.

The bug was in too thick an existential fog for a sugar rush. "Will nothing please it?" a doc asked. "What *is* nothing?" I said, "It is that which nothings. The nothing nothings

said nothing, which was something from an existential standpoint. "More sugar!" demanded the bug. Doc thought deeply about this deceptively profound question before he replied, "

Now, if my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit." Doc Brown smiled at the bug. The bug

was skeptical. "I've come across your type before, more times than I can reckon. Just because I have metamorphized doesn't mean I am stupid." The cockroach, angered by the insult,

Told him to reread Kafka's famous story. "Then you will understand. You kill me, you will be a cockroach in your next life and end up in a roach motel. Think about it!" So it was

that I squashed the roach with a copy of "Die Verwandelung" and then read the short but engrossing story of a man who awakes transformed into a giant Bug. Afterwards I took a nap.

I woke up in a wax hexagon filled with sticky goo. My comrade approached me. "Worker X-7753a, nectar count is down access flower at the coordinates x36.2 y15.6." (buzz kill)