How dark is it for an ant in an ant hole, or
on an anthill, inside an ant hole? Surely there tunnels are no bigger than a
vein or one of my arteries—, yet, they go, to and fro, up and down, east to
west, north and south and never seem to get lost; even when crowded all
together. What is it, I question? What am I missing? Perhaps it’s all got
something to do with humility….
#3883 (4-26-2013)
