I sometimes feel like we are all just ants. Millions of little insignificant ants going about our business and just going through the motions of life. If you stood on another planet and looked down we would look just like a pile of ants or a hive of bees, nothing amazing or special; Just buzzing around with a purpose but what…. Storing food & money? getting shit done and accomplished? why are we so busy buzzing and what are we really accomplishing?
Could we be squashed at any moment like the unsuspecting anthill?