Thursday, May 16, 2013
An Ant Hole
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….