True forms

From an evolutionary standpoint, I guess it only makes sense. The fossil record proves it. We're only vectors for all the permutations of DNA, though given through to different paths, and to accomplish different roles.

From the judgment engine of the human mind to the bio-mechanical perfection of arthropods, I'm seeing greater and greater levels of connection. Revulsion towards insects gives way to a kind of deeper fascination. Carapace joints and compound eyes - evolutionary designs that we're always and already emulating in almost every way. Unsatisfied with our skins and our eyes, we're always wrapping ourselves up in the trappings of other things. Even our faces are cowled - subsumed even - within the falsity of something else. We cannot be ourselves, or even just be. We cannot think or speak without it falling to our purpose. Everything must be judged worth or unworthy. Desirable or undesirable. This is the evolutionary prerogative. Keep what we may, and discard the rest.

So what is a man's true form then? Soft skin clad in metal carapace, teeth of apatite and aragonite. Or perhaps it's something much more sublime, much more lucid. Perhaps the true form of man is his disappointment. His desire to be something more than he is.

Perhaps the hatred of insects isn't revulsion from their shape so much as it is jealousy.
It would be only natural.