[MickG]

I sometimes feel as if humanity is in its own form of an ant farm having been swept up in some catastrophic creation like event that placed us here and now. The tunnels which under original circumstances would be darkened are now illuminated by the light filtering through the transparent side walls.

So here I am in an ant farm placing my limbs and face against the plastic, looking out into a clouded and muffled view of some forbidden world only to catch my self thinking, “Am I the only one seeing this?”

As I stare out, the med compliant walk over me up the tunnel chanting, “Sugar water, sugar water.” And the shaman of the tribe walks downward along the tunnel saying, “Don’t look at it…it’ll notice and look back.”

What is an ant to do? Continue his boulder carrying ways or turn from this, emerge from the tunnel and scale the walls to that feeding opening at the top waiting for that golden opportunity at watering time when the lid is popped?

So here I sit pondering life, the universe and everything inbetween knowing the possibility exists that junior on the other side can wipe us out with one missplaced toss of a ball.

I don’t want to gather leaves. I don’t want to build tunnels. I don’t want sugar water.

I want to be the guy who visits the queen…and then I want to meet the keeper of the farm.

[MickG]

I just thought of something. What if the ant farm is placed next to a fishbowl?

All the while I’m eyeing Goldie, Mr. Tibbles the cat is close by. The upshot is he’s more interested in Goldie than he is in me.

My mind runs with scissors.

[MickG]

I think I’ve solved at least some of my dilemma. After further review of my “ant farm” scenario I realized that I’m acting as if I’m supposed to be a worker. Worker ants are female.

I’m supposed to mate with the queen and die. That is my place…and I’m alright with that.

Now if I could just figure out who and what is on the outside of this ant farm…

[spiritual_emergency]

MickG: I just thought of something. What if the ant farm is placed next to a fishbowl? All the while I’m eyeing Goldie, Mr. Tibbles the cat is close by. The upshot is he’s more interested in Goldie than he is in me.

My suggestion: Use the fishbowl as a means of reflection to find the queen, do the mating thing and then escape the ant farm. Walk the perimeter of the fishbowl if you must but be careful to not fall in. I agree that Mr. Tibbles is of little concern but keep an ant eye on Goldie -- one doesn't want to end up in the belly of a goldfish.

[MickG]

Originally Posted by spiritual_emergency

MickG: I just thought of something. What if the ant farm is placed next to a fishbowl? All the while I’m eyeing Goldie, Mr. Tibbles the cat is close by. The upshot is he’s more interested in Goldie than he is in me.

My suggestion: Use the fishbowl as a means of reflection to find the queen, do the mating thing and then escape the ant farm. Walk the perimeter of the fishbowl if you must but be careful to not fall in. I agree that Mr. Tibbles is of little concern but keep an ant eye on Goldie -- one doesn't want to end up in the belly of a goldfish.

Brilliant!!! It's a plan!

This is a great analogy. I love the line of thought. Get my imagination soaring.