It's funny sometimes to watch the upright ants with their little games. Funny to watch the scurrying about, thinking that they're going to change the world. Funny how the assumptions are made as to which solution is better for some ant that is in a position they are not.
I agree with that most hated ball of atoms in this cornucopia of confused electrons - by the time a child can make a conscious decision about whether it wants to live our die, we've already given it such a death-complex that it's brainwashed into its answer. Of course, it's absolutely amazing that a spinning, jiggling conglomeration of chemicals can FEAR in the first place, much less FEAR a cessation of motion.
Life is a mystery - meaning of course that it is completely circumstantial. It is what you ascertain from your own experiences that makes you "who you are" - from your own perspective, of course. To just shy of 6 billion upright ants on this planet, your death means nothing. A very small fraction indeed will cry for you; most will never know the difference.
I personally feel that this planet needs an enema. Too many cruel ants here.
(Check your definition of cruel - murderers are mercifully quick in their tortures as compared to those who drain entire economies dry for a living - we ants call them corporate players)
Money is the sugar of the ants. And like everything else, wherever it is, there it goes. The absence of matter must leave a void. Yet some ants have HUGE piles of sugar, while others have very little. The big ants tell the small ones that they only complain "because they don't have any" -- What self-righteous bullshit! What hedonistic little ants!
Do what you want, ants, but keep in mind that we're all on this same damned clump of dirt, and cooperation and sympathy are deeper than surface value and a selfish clinging to the threads of life.
And keep in mind that there is at least one out there who understands whose rights you'll stand up for.
Separately, we will fall. And this is not a dumb email sig.
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It's funny sometimes to watch the upright ants with their little games. Funny to watch the scurrying about, thinking that they're going to change the world. Funny how the assumptions are made as to which solution is better for some ant that is in a position they are not.
I agree with that most hated ball of atoms in this cornucopia of confused electrons - by the time a child can make a conscious decision about whether it wants to live our die, we've already given it such a death-complex that it's brainwashed into its answer. Of course, it's absolutely amazing that a spinning, jiggling conglomeration of chemicals can FEAR in the first place, much less FEAR a cessation of motion.
Life is a mystery - meaning of course that it is completely circumstantial. It is what you ascertain from your own experiences that makes you "who you are" - from your own perspective, of course. To just shy of 6 billion upright ants on this planet, your death means nothing. A very small fraction indeed will cry for you; most will never know the difference.
I personally feel that this planet needs an enema. Too many cruel ants here.
(Check your definition of cruel - murderers are mercifully quick in their tortures as compared to those who drain entire economies dry for a living - we ants call them corporate players)
Money is the sugar of the ants. And like everything else, wherever it is, there it goes. The absence of matter must leave a void. Yet some ants have HUGE piles of sugar, while others have very little. The big ants tell the small ones that they only complain "because they don't have any" -- What self-righteous bullshit! What hedonistic little ants!
Do what you want, ants, but keep in mind that we're all on this same damned clump of dirt, and cooperation and sympathy are deeper than surface value and a selfish clinging to the threads of life.
And keep in mind that there is at least one out there who understands whose rights you'll stand up for.
Separately, we will fall. And this is not a dumb email sig.