Judging from the spiderwebs clinging to it, the emergency stairway was hardly ever used. To each web clung a small black spider, patiently waiting for its small prey to come along. Not that the spiders had any awareness of being "patient". A spider had no special skill other than building its web, and no lifestyle choice other than sitting still. It would stay in one place waiting for its prey until, in the natural course of things, it shriveled up and died. This was all genetically predetermined. The spider had no confusion, no despair, no regrets. No metaphysical doubt, no moral complications. Probably. Unlike me. I move,therefore I am.
The emergency stairway, adorned with spiderwebs, suggests that it is seldom utilized, as evidenced by the small black spiders waiting for prey. These creatures embody a simple existence, focused solely on their instinctual task of web-building and waiting. Their lives are marked by a lack of awareness or emotional complexity, simply following nature's design until their inevitable end.
In contrast, the narrator reflects on human existence, highlighting the differences between spiders...
