Sometimes you find an ugly little fly with an intrusive looking ovipositor. But then you look a little closer, take off the ugly helmet and the fly has rainbows in its eyes. You stand up to breathe again (because naturally you stopped in order to keep (as much as possible anyway) your camera from shaking, and you are in outer space even though it looks just like your backyard. It goes on forever, and you are already laughing at your neighbors complaints of unlawful usurpation. You travel light years and finally arrive two feet down. The rainbows are gone, except they are aren’t; they sleep in the camera, they burn in your eyes. This is how an ugly fly gets rainbows in his eyes; this is how the world becomes beautiful one more time.