It doesn't usually occur to people that somebody draws a detailed picture of a fly, but they do.
In fact, somebody might draw a whole series of flies to illustrate subtle differences in them, mutations that might occur naturally.
We usually, as human beings, don't take the time to get to know our flies. Normally, they simply irritate us, and we swat at them and shoo them sufficiently away, or we look for something to swat them dead with. In other words, we don't find them useful or at all worthy of depicting in detailed drawings. The truth of the matter, though, is that somebody thought to look closely enough at flies and to see that some were distinguishable from others and studied them enough to know that there were mutations among them.
All of life is like that. We hardly take notice and we take things for granted that we know that we don't. I am as guilty as the next.
Utah 48, BYU 24.
Weber State came up a touchdown short today. It makes me sad.
Tomorrow I will try to look little closer, hear a little finer, taste more deeply, and feel more love.
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