Why isnt this rational or logical?So I keep a glass jar that I collect any insects in, and I end up releasing them outdoors when I get the chance. I know it isn't very rational or logical . . . but I seem unable to stop myself. You know what I think it is? In the scheme of things we're all quite obscure, yet despite a universe that had no great design for our existence, here we are . . . just are. If you pull back enough there is no reason for either bug or man to exist -- if I died tomorrow, if you died tomorrow, if this bug in the jar died right now . . . as far as the universe is concerned, it just is so infinitesimal as to make no difference, cause no great waves. So I feel a sorta kinship to the bug, it's strange I guess. We're connected by our insignificance and our compulsion to exist. I don't think the bug has intelligence past the most basic instinctual stuff. I don't view it as human-like. I just have this feeling of not wanting to kill it. Is that projecting? Does that come from some place of weakness? I don't know. Maybe part of it too is that I don't seem to have as strong a negative emotional reaction to bugs or things other people consider disgusting. Very little turns my stomach or makes me squeamish. I've often thought this is due to being not that smart.