watch them run.
i looked down and watched the ants scurrying all around me. climbing up my legs.
i jumped to a clear spot and brushed them off me. oops. missed one. get out of my pants ant.
he just laughed as he watched me dance around trying to get the ant of my pants.
hey man you have an ant in your pants.
and he laughed again much too my chagrin.
stop it fool i yelled. this just caused him to laugh louder.
you wouldnt be laughing if the ant was in your pants i said.
but it isnt he replied doubling his laughter yet again.
he then proceeded to get really serious. when he gets serious i get curious. insight or an interesting thought invariably follows. i listened
what do you think they think about you and i. do you think they can even comprehend us. what causes them to run up your leg and go in your pants and bother you. do you think that that is its goal. it sees your leg then runs for it to try and cause the greatest amount of irritation because you invaded his home or do you think he is curious and is wanting to explore this new terrain. is it a war or is it an exploration of new lands.
watch them run.
are they running because they are scared or happy. angry or curious. do they feel or are they just little computers with legs void of emotion and thought.
he stopped again.
are we just ants he asked. are we just running around not knowing if we are fighting or exploring. are we just computers with legs void of emotion and thought. if not now is that what we are becoming. are we running because we are scared or happy. angry or curious. are we just reactions to the stimuli around us.
i dont know man i reply. i dont want to think about it.
he gets quiet and doesnt say anything more.