I ordered an ant farm and some of the ants died in the mail.
Even so, I still expected to have an intricate series of tunnels by now. But my ants just wander around, moving pieces of sand back and then forth, doing nothing ultimately productive.
I think my queen is dead. And I think my ants are all serving themselves. I don’t think they’ll last very long.
Now I can see the benefits of all of us serving a common leader who has a bigger vision of what we can be and do. I also notice that when I serve myself, by watching TV, eating lots of sugar and allowing myself to lust and stuff, I get a pretty narrow mindset. My world gets pretty small. It’s like I’m pushing rocks around when I could be moving mountains.
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