A little Ant's Inspiration

I shot dairy of little black ants this morning; they spent many hours on moving tonnes of loads, on miles of uphill and downhill, bumpy and slippery jungle trails. Of course, these were all in terms of an ant's units of measurement.

So I kept my eyes wide open because ants age just in a few blinks of human eyes.

These ants seldom stopped for long, which already seemed to be very long to them, to exchange facts and jokes. They continued working hard, learning hard and laughing hard at the same time.

I repeatedly clicked their fast routine. Though I knew none of these pictures could be good, they were a big boost to me.

Because I only have a flat hierarchical pyramid of needs which is as tall as a little ant.

Walking CCTVs

Ants are walking CCTVs, they scurry  across multi-dimensions, and spy on every action made by mushrooms, so much so the latter get very annoyed and lose their patience, "they send up more mushroom periscopes into our world to seek new thrones to conquer", but the mission is far too premature. 

Though tiny and hidden, because I am well informed and prepared, these mushrooms are now held as prisoners of war in my memory card.

  

The ants have saved mankind and our civilization!

The age of mushrooms does not realize. World history is not changed.

Life Waveform

I believe in the existence of fourth dimension, where mushrooms hide in the dry seasons. 

How crazy I am to have a bee in my bonnet,  the mushrooms remain silent, silent and absent, except for the big black ants. But they are too busy to bother about my presence. 

A heavy load their pencil, they are creating a waveform of their life, though I am only seeing a moment.

The ups and downs of the pattern synchronize with their rises and falls on the slope. 

I am a minute dot along the waveform, though very big body size as compared to theirs.

Benefit of Hiking

Critters first learn from their parents, then from friends and also through experiences. This was exactly what the ants were doing, in a secret military academy at Cerok Tokun.

There is a communication game, Chinese whisperers: The first player whispers a message to the next player. Each player successively whispers what have been heard to the next. We then laugh at the seriously distorted message in the end.

The ants learn by leaps and bounds, and by walking the talk. By the way, I am not as good to understand whether they do laugh or not. They always keep secrets away from me, but they will be as intelligent as us, in times to come.

The new ruling force may not arrive from alien planet. They are in our proximity.

Anyhow, here is the key point, the benefit of hiking: to have me known to them, as a very close friend, for my safer future.

Need my favor on this? Send me your list of names, and I shall speak to them.