What Mr. Roach taught me

          He stood there, about five feet away from my supine body, which was writing down its thoughts to express itself as it usually does as and when it needs to do so. I was alerted to his express presence in my vicinity, although five feet is probably not what he would consider “vicinity”.

   He was probably out and about, on his daily morning, er. night stroll, or perhaps looking for food, or he may be relaxing, after a long roach day.

      His presence was perceived to be a “serious” threat by my reptilian brain, And I immediately rose from my relaxed position and sprung up, darted out into the kitchen, to fetch a broom, the ultimate answer to his whiskerability , a much preferred weapon.

            It occurred to me, then, by a stroke of remnant intelligence, that I was perceiving presence to be a threat, even in the absence of threatening behaviour.

         As I introspected, I realised that my mind reacted without discrimination between men and beasts, well, roaches.  It dawned on me that  I reacted in the same manner even if the roach transformed magically into a friend I know or a beautiful princess of a woman. 

Having realised this behaviour time and again, I realised the threat perception as unnecessary and transformed it into acceptance.

     A transformation allowed me to accept  ACCEPTANCE.  It is the key to the problem.

There are roaches amongst us.

-A