No animals were harmed in the making of this video. In fact, just after shooting the video, I took care of that cute little termite larvae, and gently helped it to become reunited with its fellow termites in their nest, up in the wood ceiling of my terrace, from which it had accidentally fallen.

Ningún animal fue maltratado para la realización de este vídeo. De hecho, justo después de grabar el vídeo, me preocupé de ayudar a esa encantadora y diminuta larva de termita a regresar junto a sus compañeros del nido en la viga de madera del techo de mi terraza, de donde se había caído accidentalmente.

Do you not comprehend that we are larvae
born to bring forth the angelic butterfly
that flies unto judgment leaving all defence behind?
Dante, 'The Divine Comedy'

¿Acaso no veis que somos larvas
nacidas para llegar a ser la angélica mariposa
que vuela sin obstáculos hacia la justicia final?
Dante, 'La Divina Comedia'

Dying is just like living. It has its own way, and you can’t control it. People think, “I want to be conscious when I die.” That’s hopeless. Even wanting to be conscious ten minutes from now is hopeless. You can only be conscious now. Everything you want is here in this moment. I like to tell a story about a friend of mine who was waiting for a revelation just before he died, saving his energy, trying to be completely conscious. Finally his eyes widened, he gasped, and he said, “Katie, we are larvae.” Profound awareness on his deathbed. I said, “Sweetheart, is that true?” And the laughter simply poured out of him. The revelation was that there was no revelation. Things are fine just as they are; only a concept can take that away from us. A few days later he died, with a smile on his face.
Byron Katie. byronkatie.com/2006/11/dying_on_time.htm

Perhaps we are larvae, subject to incurable neuroses that will cease to exist only when we ourselves cease to exist, supplanted by something new, and fundamentally better. Maybe some people's "winnowing" -- seemingly psychotic from our narrow vantage on the evolutionary bridge -- is an essential instrument in the betterment of our species, or at least a lens through which to glimpse where we're headed.
Mac Tonnies, "Post Human Blues".
posthumanblues.blogspot.com/2004/09/john-shirley-writes-when-i-was-having.html