We are mere ants in a colony.
All you have to do is listen.
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1 min readJan 17, 2017
What is the sound of water carving out gorges full of beauty?
Even a murmuring brook eventually wears it’s way through mountains.
The wise sit quietly by the side of the babbling river.
Only by being still can they hear the roaring waterfall downstream.
Within the noise you can pick up harmonies, scuttling of ants in a colony.
Feel the ebb and flow of the rivers as it twists thru the fabric of society.
The collective human organism has a heartbeat, and if you care to listen you can even hear it breath.
A little drop of water swept away to the ocean.
A little wind carries the ship.
A little bee brings the honey.
A little ant carries the crumb.
A little locust destroys the vine.
— Insinger Papyrus
