Someone said that, meant that – thought that had meaning.
I like to think in metaphor.
Not to disguise a point, but to illustrate it.
So, take a little mind-tour with me, imagine if George Orwell had written differently, instead of Animal Farm he was thinking Ant Farm, and think of current events …
Not over-hyped TV NEWS, but what is really happening now, right now, in anyone’s life is over-powering, over-riding and overwhelming. Not every day. Not everyone. But every day, somebody is traumatized, someone has their plan altered, someone gets a big surprise, someone gets a kick in the pants. Someone gets a diagnosis, someone gets a clean bill of health. Someone gets a baby, somebody gets a send-off …
Just an average day in any anthill anywhere.
Change the species, change locations – what’s the difference. Herd of wildebeests, herd of horses – it’s all the same. School of fish, school of thought. Men, women – pick your continent, pick your jungle, pick your traffic jam, aren’t we all doing same things, same way? Always, for everyone? We interrupt or pause/slightly alter ourselves for latest fashions, gadgets, cures, dreams or school crossing guards – but otherwise, it’s a work-a-day, live-a-day world.
I want my anthill to be a better. Not a better hill, but better ants. How we treat the other ants. Ant’s rights. Ant fairness. I’m not anti-ant, just want all the ants to try harder, to care more, be better citizens of their hill. And outside the hill, be better ambassadors for ant-culture, for ant way of life. Every generation of ants wants things to be different – they act out, cut their hair differently and many get tattooed. Still, from any tree branch, all those ants look the same. One hill, just like the next hill.
So what is my point?
I’ve wondered too, but this whole line of thinking has me wondering (maybe I’m having an overdue mid-life moment) why we can’t use the most intelligent tools, data and ants ever alive on the planet to help us with this self-determination thing, figure out how we can all ‘have it all’ without having to fight about it all, fight for it all. This might seem like a silly word exercise, but imagine your anthill is in Syria, North Korea, the arctic or antarctic, Ethiopia, India, D.C., or some obscure piece of paradise not yet found by any other ants.
Ants wish for picnics. I was wondering, when they eat poultry, what do they do with the wishbone?