Spider

C.S. Lewis argues that objects command a kind of natural respect appropriate to their nature. In other words, horses really are more noble than, say, badgers. And yet daily life seems to suggest that what we call beautiful is almost perfectly subjective, a function not of the objects under consideration but of the preferences of the viewer. Is this spider contemptible or genuinely a marvel? I suppose it depends, at least in part, whether it is on the outside of my windowpane or on the rim of my bowl of soup.