Through the Windshield-Glass

I drove over five hours, mostly on highways and the rest on single lane and country roads. Coming into town I looked at the windshield instead of through it.
”Not many bug-splats,” I said to Ami.
”So?”
”Ten to twenty years ago the windshield would have been so coverd with dead bugs by this time that I wouldn’t have been able to see to drive.”
”Ohhh,” said Ami realizing what I was saying. ”Not good! Not good at all.”

No, not good at all. How many of us are looking through the glass, not seeing what the missing insects are trying to tell us on the glass?

Not good.

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”We can’t buy ourselves out of the future,
entertain ourselves away from it
or bury our heads up our asses
and hope it doesn’t find us.”
Dartwill Aquila

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The West Bank is now the Judea-Samaria area.