Ants and Dust

From  the  perspective  of  the  big  universe  there  is  no  difference  between  ant  and  an  anthill,  a  tree  and  a  forest,  a  king  and  the  beggar...  It  all  is  absolutely  negligible.

There  is  a  couple  of  perfect  utopian  communities  known 
to  nature.  Hives  are  perfect  female  communities. 
Anthills  are  perfect  male  communities...  And  of  course 
no  one  would  deny  that  extremeties  are  effective.  But 
is  there  truth  in  them?  And  who  in  fact,  really  needs 
these  extremeties  and  what  do  they  finally  result  into? 

The mindless ants will save you from despondency, because even if they can get their daily bread with such ingenuity and perseverance, so what stops you?

It's  much  easier  to  be  unhappy  rather  than  happy... 
Happiness  implies  being  active  while  unhappiness 
means  hiding  into  a  snail  house  and  doing  nothing... 

A  bee  isn't  an  animal.  A  bee  is  a  mobile  cell-bot,  using  wireless  tech.  A  beehive  is  a  dispersed  living  body,  a  cloud  system.  An  anthill  is  a  wireless  technology  too.  The  most  progressive  pattern  of  a  cloud  technology  is  human  society,  where  a  person  can  even  move  from  community  to  community  changing  his  nature.

From the bottom of the well, the sky looks like a point of view.  There is a wish for a miracle and wings, but the lines drawn by a pencil are insuperable for the wet hero ant.

You say you're trapped in a wheel. You say you live in a cage. But who drew the lines in which the ant is locked and what is behind them? Behind them is what you rejected. These walls, these boundaries you have created yourself, behind them is all that you have rejected. The more you reject, the tighter and smaller your cell becomes.

Like a snail crawling to the top of Fujiyama, so do I
crawling ...who knows, really, where.

Serving   the   dust   means   serving   things   and   serving   sand.   Idol   worshipers   pray   to   things,   idol   worshipers   don’t   know   that   God   is   truth.   Idolaters   serve   the   dust.

Dreams of dust, what could be sadder and sadder?

Perseverance is when small-small steps the ant goes back to the Fuji.

I   don’t   reject   what   I   am   given   and   I   don’t   resist   when   something   goes   away.   I   know,   I   am   the   dust   ruler,   I   am   the   dust   master,   and   I   am   a   dung   beetle   who   rolls   up   the   dung   balls   of   manure   and   dust.   I   like   rolling   the   balls,   but   am   I   attracted   to   it?   No,   but   rolling   these   balls   is   my   purpose   of   life   –   I   have   to   roll   them   and   I   do.  

The   ant   that   can't   cross   a   drawn   line   is   like   the   person   who   has   a   certain   set   of   thoughts   in   his   head,   outside   which   he   can't   basically   think   or   act.

The   point   is   that   crossing   this   line   is   like   crossing   the   border   and   plunging   into   Nothing,   there   is   simply   nothing   there   and   there   is   absolutely   nothing   to   do   there,   but   expand   your   boundaries.   To   expand   your   boundaries   you   need   to   travel   and   communicate   with   clever   people.   You   can   also   read,   but   reading   is   not   a   panacea,   it   only   provides   20%   of   the   information,   the   rest   should   be   felt.   And   to   understand,   you   need   to   feel   and   to   do   this,   you   need   to   be   close   to   the   source   of   information   and   feel   it.

Do   you   also   think   the   meaning   of   life   is   to   eat,   to   go   to   the   toilet,   have   sex   and   build   anthills,   filling   them   with   sticks   and   leaves?

I   serve   the   truth   and   who   do   you   serve?   The   dust?

I   don’t   have   anything,   and   I   am   nothing.   I   don’t   even   suffer.   And   who   are   you?   Are   you   the   one   serving   the   dust?   Are   you   the   dust?   Dust   is   suffering.   I   know   everything   about   dust,   the   dust   serves   me.     

The   technology   of   an   electronic   assistant   based   on   artificial   intelligence,   which   will   help   human   to   remember   information   and   suggest   something,   will   most   likely   lead   to   total   degradation   of   the   human   brain,   which   will   quickly   destroy   humanity.   Now,   when   it`s   not   necessary   to   think,   the   brains   will   be   reduced   even   more   and   human   will   turn   into   an   insect.   The   assistant   will   manage   human   through   a   radio   channel,   and   human,   as   it   befits   an   ant,   will   crawl   and   collect   energy,   dragging   it   in   the   anthill.   The   more   energy   the   ant   gets,   the   happier   it   will   be.

Freebie  is  a  very  tricky  evil.  First,  you  download  free  music,  then  you  look  free  movies,  then  you  go  to  stock  on  hand  free  cookies,  later  to  buy  bags  of  consumer  goods  in  supermarkets  … 

And  so  very  unnoticed  you  begin  to  understand  that  in  this  peace  there  is  so  little  beauty,  there  is  a  good  job  and  no  money  to  feed  your  children.  Very  unnoticed  you  begin  to  feel  as  a  meaningless  ant,  who  lost  his  place  in  life.

You   serve   the   dust,   you’re   dust…But   if   I   give   you   love   -   just   pour   some   water   on   you   -   you   will   become   dirt,   so   you’ll   become   a   human   being.   A   man   without   love   is   just   dust.  

The Internet is very similar to mycelium, and the people sitting in it are like mushrooms.  But mushrooms are different.  Ants, bees etc also mushrooms.

And  how  many  eggs  should  be  broken 
to  find  the  needle,  -  I  don't  know, 
but... 
I  see  a  mountain  of  shell  growing, 
impressive  in  its  big  form. 

Its  remarkable  sight 
crooks  stares  with  wonder, 
people  come  from  afar 
to  touch  it  with  their  palms... 

And  the  prophet,  throwing  shells  into  dust, 
thoughtfully  says:  «I  don't  even  know 
but  look  for  the  needle  for  now 
and  then...  goodness  knows» 

What is pride? 
- Attachment to dust…
What is humility? 
- Liberation from the bondage of sleep.

A  totally  regular  human, 
resembling  an  ant, 
maybe  it's  a  man  - 
a  totally  regular  human, 
resembling  a  bee, 
maybe  it's  a  woman… 

Lived  a  totally  usual  life, 
full  of  various  problems  and  aims... 
He  built  an  anthill, 
she  built  a  hive. 

But  honestly  they  didn't  manage  to  start  a  family, 
but  as  they  say, 
life  goes  this  way… 

They  say  that  limits  exist  only  within  our  minds  and  it's  certainly  true.  Minds  are  full  of  stupidity,  ignorance,  fear,  dishonesty,  laziness  and  a  legion  of  other  faults... 
So  forget  the  ant  that  can't  cross  a  chalked  line  and  get  busy... 

Man is a living anthill, a symbiotic colony of anaerobic bacteria that have created a living environment that protects them from the poisonous oxygen atmosphere.  The subconscious is the Queen of the hive, which controls everything through the nervous and hormonal system, and the consciousness is an additional analytical module-a kind of state Duma.

A  paper  ship  floats  in  the  sea  of  paper... 

In  the  wonderland  each  one  worships  a  personal  snail... 
Having  been  cultished  a  snail  becomes  a  symbol  of  everything. 
It  is  the  slowest  who  wins  the  speed  race. 
Softness  under  a  thick  layer  of  mucus  becomes  a  standard  of  life. 

An ant cannot cross a drawn line because it is an idealist ant.  His consciousness is two-dimensional.

Infinity is limitation.  A three-dimensional ball is limitless for a two-dimensional ant.

I  consider  heroism  to  be  the  part  of  the  young  and  the  old. 
And  all  others  should  care  and  protect  their  families. 

It's  not  death  I  see  as  a  feat. 
But  it's  a  feat  to  live. 

To  persistently  do  one's  part  like  a  small  ant  bearing  a  tiny  leaf  in  a  huge  forest  where  no  one  will  never  know  its  name. 

Nietzsche  was  right  saying... 
"A  hero  is  happy"... 
...as  he  finds  great  happiness  in  a  feat... 

What is the meaning of life ants and dung beetles? 
Vanity.

A  man  following  the  path  of  goodness  is  a  servant  of  justice  and  a  connoisseur  of  beauty  –  I  call  him  the  “bee  of  God”…  Food  is  his  honey  and  his  life  is  full  with  beautiful  flowers  from  the  Garden  of  Eden.

Things  turn  to  dust.  It's  their  destiny. 

The   rise   and   fall   of   humankind   are   two   different   phenomena.

1%   of   people   evolve   and   become   «Gods».
99%   evolve   and   "turn   into   bees,   ants,   aphides,   wasps,   worms   and   flies»...

At   first   it   will   cause   a   rise   but   in   time,   Gods   who   don't   face   difficulties   and   competition,   will   fall.   The   rise   will   end...and   a   long   night   will   come.   Later,   in   a   million   years,   there   will   be   a   new   rise   and   a   new   spiral   turn.

Every  person  needs  a  spiritual  skeleton  of  beliefs.  As  absence  of  such  a  skeleton  makes  it  difficult  even  to  crawl,  not  to  speak  of  walking.  A  person  without  beliefs  is  a  person  without  a  back  bone,  or  a  paralyzed  person. 

A  person  without  beliefs  is  an  insect.  By  the  way,  a  new  idea.  Bees,  ants,  roaches,  caterpillars  are  backboneless.  The  only  nice  thing  about  the  backboneless  is  that  despite  being  unpleasant  they  are  doomed  to  be  weak  and  small.  While  a  strong  person  who  has  a  spiritual  skeleton  is  a  hundred,  if  not  a  thousand  times  stronger  than  any  insect. 
People  who  got  no  beliefs,  turn  into  insects.  However,  this  state  of  things  doesn't  suit  "Nature".  Nature  has  already  created  both  anthills  and  beehives  and  it's  a  relic  of  the  past  that  should  be  followed  by  some  new  sequence  of  events. 

In   essence,   our   whole   world   is   a   toy   for   a   bored   God.   And   we   are   the   characters   of   some   social   network   service   who   put   pictures,   videos   etc.   We   post   things   all   our   life,   share   our   thoughts   and   actions.   While   God   and   his   friends   watches   it   with   his   friends   for   fun.   And   if   someone   manages   to   impress   or   please   God,   this   person   will   get   a   like.   Each   like   resembles   good   luck,   or   karma.   The   task   of   every   person   is   to   live   life   the   way   to   make   God   feel   something   while   watching   it   and   put   likes   to   karma.   If   God   forgets   some   person   and   stops   giving   likes,   this   person   will   gradually   fade   away.   God   plays   games   with   us,   watches   our   life   and   controls   civilizations.   He   reads   aphorisms   and   watches   porn.   Our   God,   or   to   be   more   precise,   our   Gazers...as   maybe   there   are   many   of   them   ...need   us   as   a   sight   for   the   gods.   So   let's   be   great   actors   and   actresses   and   maybe   we'll   become   lucky   to   get   some   nice   roles.

More  advanced  robots  supersede  and  capture  resources  of  outdated  models.

In  fact,  human  is  a  perfect  universal  biorobot  with  a  system  of  self-learning  artificial  intelligence.  And  those  robots  and  algorithms  that  are  created  by  man  himself  are,  in  fact,  highly  specialized  advanced  robots  with  strictly  defined  algorithms  of  actions.

The  nature,  realizing  the  evolution,  came  to  the  moment  that  universal  self-learning  systems  are  more  effective  than  the  ones  which  are  highly  specialized  and  working  on  strict  algorithms;  such  as  ants,  for  example.  But  people,  not  insects  rule  the  world.  Nevertheless,  creating  artificial  insects  like  robots  man  goes  the  same  way.  More  advanced  robots  supersede  less  advanced  people.  One  more  step  and  humankind  will  create  universal  self-learning  robots.  Apparently,  after  that  people  will  quickly  cease  to  be  the  dominant  life  form  on  this  planet.

Indeed, achieving happiness is the meaning of human life, but how can an ant achieve happiness? The happiness of the ant in the anthill. Private joy, fun and good will not make ant happy, and just turn him into a slave of vices, full of suffering and torment.

To find a good goal in life is to determine the meaning of your life, to find your mission in life. The ant has to decide for itself what it can be useful for the anthill. Until the ant becomes useful to society, it will suffer.

Do  you  think  that  people  are  the  dominant  reasonable  race  on  the  planet  Earth?  People  didn't  even  made  it  to  the  top  three.  People  come  in  the  seventh  place  of  honor.  Trees  come  first,  corals  are  in  second  place,  ants  are  in  the  third  place.  Though,  probably,  ocean  atmosphere  come  first,  and  you  forgot  about  fish.  We  wait  for  aliens  or  gods  coming  down  from  the  sky...  but  danger  can  be  really  close.  It  will  be  a  catastrophe  if  any  of  the  world's  civilizations  will  pay  its  attention  to  us.  Good  gods  they  will  tell  you,  stop  suffer  in  this  hell,  go  with  us,  we'll  dive  you  heaven..Like  a  devil,  they  will  tempt  you  incredible  beauties  of  heaven.  They  will  offer  you  immortality  of  youth  and  salvation  from  endless  suffering  and  fear  of  life.  А  ты  слаб  и  глуп,  ты  are  brainless  and  pathetic  moth  who  will  fall  in  love  with  a  flame  at  first  sight  and  who  will  fly  into  it  at  once,  to  perish.

Watching the ingenuity with which ants get their daily bread, you lose despondency and enlightened. If even a little ant can get its daily bread, why should you be afraid? And where there is no fear, there is no despondency. Why are you given reason? To eat, for reason is man's only perfect weapon.

A rich man is a humble ant capable of carrying 50 times his own weight. The Golden cross is very heavy, the weak will not even be able to move it. Moreover, do not just need to move it, but to bear a lifetime in the mountain.

When we say, be attentive to the small, it should be borne in mind that the concepts of small and large are relative to the size of yourself. You look average to yourself, and the giant thinks you're an ant.

The meaning of humility is the realization that you can not give up anything, but accept everything and look for benefit and beauty in everything. Humility is the most effective and full use of reality to the very last grain of sand, which was picked up by an ant and is now carried to the anthill.

We serve truth, we do not serve dust, pleasures, and amusements. Our business is to do our business and we must do it effectively, and not indulge in fears, rest, entertainment, vices, run around doing nothing... etc.

He who is afraid of losing the dust is sinful, and therefore will suffer. Fear is sin. Fear is the devil. Why are you afraid of losing the dust? Dust and so many around. This world is made of mud. Dirt is dust and water. Water is love. Fire is passion.

The   devil   is   the   dust   king,   he   doesn’t   give   anything   but   suffering   and   vices.   The   wealth   he   promises   you   is   dust…that   turns   into   suffering   as   soon   as   you   take   it   in   your   own   hands.

The   soul   is   the   truth   and   everything   material   is   dust.   Love   is   water;   mixed   with   dust   it   turns   into   dirt   –   the   dirt   this   world   is   made   of.   Truth   is   what   gives   dirt   its   shape,   turning   into   a   human.  

And   he   is   dust,   and   the   other   one   is   dust…but   a   small   amount   of   dust   and   the   dust   is   like   a   lump   of   dirt.

Everything   is   dust;   everything   is   a   vanity   of   vanities.   Our   things   and   our   bodies   are   dust,   our   cities   are   sand   and   only   our   souls   are   immortal.   Truth   is   immortal.  

You must not dream of dust, you must dream of motion. Currents and winds shape dust, turning it into objects.

You   shouldn’t   be   afraid   to   lose   dust.   Fear   of   losing   dust   is   ridiculous.   There   is   an   endless   amount   of   dust.   Fear   brings   suffering.   You   remind   me   of   a   child   in   a   big   sandbox   who   is   crying   because   the   shape   he   made   out   of   sand   was   ruined.   He   is   crying   because   another   child   is   fighting   with   him   over   a   handful   of   sand   not   being   able   to   step   aside.  

You   serve   the   dust,   so   you   serve   the   devil.   The   devil   has   bought   your   soul   in   exchange   to   dust,   white   powder   and   pleasure.   You   think   of   yourself   as   an   angel,   but   you   suffer   insanely.   The   devil   –   the   father   of   lie   –   has   tricked   you;   he   promised   you   paradise   in   exchange   for   your   soul,   but   the   paradise   is   somehow   worse   than   hell.   Being   naive,   you   sold   your   soul   to   dust   and   became   a   restless   demon.   The   devil   promises   you   to   get   you   back   to   paradise…well;   hope   is   the   last   thing   to   die.

Getting   rid   of   the   dead   weight   means   to   throw   dust   away.   Why   do   you   need   dust?   There   is   enough   dust   everywhere.   If   you   start   running   around,   the   dust   gets   up   in   the   air   and   you   will   find   enough   of   new   dust   for   yourself.  

To take off, throw ballast, get rid of sand and dust. Don't be afraid to throw dust, it's worthless.

He   is   very   proud   of   his   dust,   he   boasts   about   it.   He   offers   it   in   generous   handfuls   to   get   love   and   our   time   in   exchange.   He   cherishes   his   dust   -   the   beetle   who   rolls   the   dust   balls.

You are too attached to your dust, you are like a dung beetle rolling its balls endlessly at the foot of the great pyramid of Giza. No, I don't blame the bug, it does everything right. I condemn attachment to dust.

Agitation is different. Excited about what's good and what's bad. However, both are bad, because the mind loses power under the pressure of the senses. It is necessary to restrain not only the sufferings, but also joys. All dust, all vanity of vanities.

Shape   is   an   illusion,   there   are   no   boundaries   of   things,   we   live   in   a   dust   storm,   where   winds   give   shapes   to   all   the   things,

The   point   is   that   even   though   the   devil   is   the   hell’s   king…the   true   God   of   the   Universe   is   truth   and   beauty.   God   is   law   and   the   sun   is   a   slave   of   the   law   just   as   any   other   sinner.   For   God   both   the   Sun   and   a   tiny   ant   are   all   dust…

A   man,   whose   “I   -   ego”   is   dependent   on   dust   is   a   dustman.   If   you   take   his   dust,   he   becomes   nothing.  

You have to get rid of the fear of losing the dust. Dust is everywhere. Why are you clenching your fists and crying? Open them and get some more dust... throw it away... and go wandering. The world is big, anywhere you can build yourself a new anthill.

The   meaning   of   Saturdays   is   a   joy   of   being.   On   Saturday   you   should   forget   about   dust.   Forget   conflicts,   wars,   money,   work,   and   mourning.   Saturday   is   a   day   of   joy   of   being.  

The   devil   is   the   dust   king.   Everything   the   devil   promises   and   gives   you   immediately   turns   into   dust.   But   in   exchange   the   devil   takes   very   precious   things   –   your   soul   and   your   time.   A   man   who   gives   his   soul   to   the   devil   dives   deeply   into   suffering   and   pain.  

People  are  close,  but  divided,  that  is  their  essence.  For  example,  ants  and  bees  are  one.  The  attempt  of  people  to  merge  into  one  through  merger  and  loss  of  individuality  and  freedom  of  will  is  a  sin  of  hubris.

A  harmonious  person  has  to  work  simultaneously  towards  his  own  goals  and  towards  those  of  other  people.  When  working  towards  other  people’s  goals,  make  sure  they  coincide  with  yours. 

Just  don’t  make  dust  your  main  goal.

To become satisfied with life, you need to realize your discontent and its main causes. You are dissatisfied because you are convinced that the purpose of your life is dust, pleasure, joy, entertainment, power.

The devil turns everything into dust and only love is immortal. The devil this time, God Kronos, which won his son, idol Zeus, which won symbol of love in Christianity. But the symbol of Christian love was eaten away by passion and the worm of pride, so rotten through. He tried to save the Muslims, wanting to eradicate rot and vices at all, but for a number of reasons it did not work. In the end, we live in hell, in a convenient and comfortable hell, in which the more quilts, the more unbearable becomes the peas and speck.

In the future cannot be look, look in the future frightening. The future must be created. You are an ant, the Builder of the universe.

Do not take help from the demons of Vice, they will turn you into a drug addict and you will work for the white sweet dust.

You know what the devil does: he tempts you and leads you into temptation. He gives you gifts, money and pleasure. You get used to them and become dependent on them. You spend time on them, your decisions start to depend on them, you turn into a squirrel in a wheel. All that communion with the devil gives you is dust, from which only pain and disappointment remain.

The devil's problem is that you either fear him or love him. In the end, you are always a slave to either fear or the love of pleasure and Vice. Your actions, motivated by fear or pleasure, inevitably turn your life into hell. But the most frustrating thing is that at some point you realize that all the devil supposedly gives you is dust and poison. 

Pride is the usurpation of truth and the right of creation. The proud man believes that he alone knows the truth, he alone is right, and those who belong to him should lose their freedom of will and become his ants and his bees. The ideal proud is the Queen of the hive or anthill.

In  anthills  warrior  ants  and  ants-administrators  reached  such  a  level  of  specialization  of  their  heads  that  the  can't  even  eat  on  their  own..Working  ants  have  to  feed  them,  chewing  food  thoroughly.

Humility is the realization that love consists of water and fire, and man himself is dust.

The facade of the snail house is flawless. Withdrawing into themselves, schizoid needs to be confident in your appearance.

Weak ...weak ant, but persistent as a small drop, which can not resist a huge rock.

The devil is the father of false hope. He gives you hope and turns it to dust. In return, the devil takes your precious time. You serve the devil with pleasure and hope, but your hopes turn to dust and your pleasures to pain.

Stick and stick, like honey and bee sting. There's no such thing as one without the other.

What is idol? "The Vice of pleasure." Vice turns a person into a drug addict and takes his precious time, giving in return a white sweet dust.

Man is like a snail, the snail grows and the house grows it. Home is all material that surrounds a person in life.

Chatter is the dust of words.

Aristocracy is the power of the strong in spirit. You need to understand that money, relatives, weapons, education and other things are power amplifiers. That is, if the ant is multiplied by a lot of money and the Queen of the hive, it may well pass for inflated, like a balloon, aristocrat.

Fools prefer the truth the sand. Dust they value more, than soul.

The sinner is the one who needs something from the devil. In the soul of a sinner there is hope for pleasure and white dust. The sinner says to the devil: "I love you and your vices, give them to me" ... the Devil is lonely and unhappy, he joyfully opens his arms to anyone who seeks his love.

- Dust? – The ashes! You console yourself by serving the Golden dust. I want to upset you, your dust is ashes. You've probably noticed how much it hurts you to live? Chronic anxiety and pain, feeling the edge of the abyss and unsatisfied... You burn in hell, miserable.

Soloinc's   wisdom   was   not   born   miraculously   out   of   thin   air.   Soloinc   is   an   ant   of   God.   An   ant   that   has   climbed   to   the   top   of   an   anthill.   Whether   it   stands   on   the   shoulders   of   the   titans   of   the   past   or   as   an   ant   crawls   over   their   heads,   we   do   not   know,   but   the   mountain   on   which   Soloinc   built   his   home,   the   burial   mound   in   which   the   titans   of   the   past   rest.   This   mound   is   located   in   the   city   of   the   dead,   which   was   built   by   Soloinc   in   honor   of   the   geniuses   of   the   past   and   future.

So what if it's bad for you? Is there any tragedy or cause for despondency in this? Who cares about the ant?

The anthill and the hive are controlled by drugs, that is, vices. Ants are slaves to Vice, driven to work by pleasure, disgust and fear.

What is a person proud of? Dust? Tell me what you're proud of and I'll tell you who you are.

Don't cry about lost of dust, crap and dirt around.

I need dust, dust throw in my dirt, I'll turn it into gold.

You will see when you realize that dust has no value, only what gives it shape and makes it move is valuable.

Man is not much different from an ant, our civilization is on the sand. Concrete jungle is the mountains of sand, electronics and computers - it's sand, glass facades - sand.

A lot of ants and resources are scarce, soon even the sand over. But the most clever and cunning ants came up with to put 99% of the population to sleep, because fewer people, resources will last longer.

The big man looks down from the high ground and sees only ants and their huge desert dunes like anthills.

Basically, the child learns poorly from fear ...the lack of understanding of the object causes fear and pain to the Ego. "I" the fool suspects in grave itself, and fear and frustration rolled into a snail and is filled with apathy and laziness.

To realize that everything is vanity, look at yourself from the side, from the high... Climb a couple of hundred meters up and look at the small, swarming far below the ant... It's you.

Anger is the sting of a bee, you can sting your abusers, but when you lose your sting, the bee dies.

Very slowly and slightly grow huge stalagmites and stalactites. So I am like a snail crawling slowly to the top of mount Fujiyama. Any hare would have overtaken me long ago, but why should he? He doesn't need it.

Women, producing the hormone oxytocin, form in men a social community of a single group, forcing them to love their own and not to love others. Oxytocin turns men into soldiers ants protecting their nest. This is one of the reasons why in Christianity priests were supposed to limit sex, because Christianity was an interstate religion, and women form in the soul of a man patriotism and love for the homeland and community.

They   say   there   is   a   lot   of   work.   They   say   there   is   enough   work   for   all.   This   is   false:   there   is   little   work   and   it   will   definitely   not   suffice   for   all.   Work   is   a   great   privilege   and   only   the   best   have   the   right   to   work…   In   the   3rd   millennium,   wars   will   be   waged   for   the   right   to   have   work,   to   carve   out   some   room   and   to   give   a   reason   for   new   work   so   that   people   could   create   and   work   again,   building   new   anthills.

If you find a barrel of tar with a spoonful of honey, "honey" is gold. A "tar" sell the sand, the materials that built the civilization of ants.

Money is sand, but we need the sand of time because we build our anthills out of sand.

Planet  Earth  reminds  me  of  a  matryoshka  doll  where  intelligent  life  exists  on  every  level  and  creates  life  below  itself.  Earth  has  created  oceans,  oceans  have  created  trees,  trees  have  created  ants,  ants  have  created  people,  people  have  created  computer  intelligence.  Or  maybe  people  have  created  trees.  And  the  oceans  have  created  corals.  Corals  are  said  to  be  quite  reasonable  and  are  huge  supercomputers,  perhaps  corals  are  the  brain  of  the  ocean.

People remind me of pathetic and ridiculous ants. Turned square meters of real estate in the meaning of his life. Pray for dust. Live to 30 years to pay the mortgage and get your own concrete vault, and then rot in suffering and the diseases of old age.

God is strong and therefore generous. What are the mistakes of the little ants to him, so long as they are of use? The system provides flexibility and tolerance to errors within a given error. Don't cross the line and everything will be fine. Remember an ant that can't cross a pencil-drawn border, he's not as stupid as you think.

Say, one in field not warrior, this truth, for ants, but not for heroes. Even one righteous man is stronger than a whole nation of sinners.

Buddha   said:   if   there   is   an   image,   there   is   a   misperception.   To   see,   look   at   the   objectives   of   things,   for   only   they   are   real.   In   this   ocean   of   energy,   shapes   show   only   pencil-drawn   boundaries   of   objects.   In   this   labyrinth   of   lines,   you   are   but   an   ant,   incapable   of   crossing   a   drawn   line   –   energy   is   the   white   background.   Only   objectives   matter   and   masks   are   illusionary.

If   only   what   does   not   exist   exists,   the   I   is   not   the   I,   but   the   non   I.   The   I   sleeps   and   dreams   of   the   I,   which   does   not   exist   in   the   world,   creates   on   a   white   piece   of   paper   the   boundaries   of   non-existent   things.   Similar   to   a   small   ant   running   along   drawn   lines,   the   non   I   is   incapable   of   stepping   over   the   boundaries   of   things.  

You're standing on the edge of a precipice and you're afraid to fall into it. But this is not the edge of the abyss, it is a rope over the abyss of darkness. But it is not a rope over a precipice, but a black line drawn in pencil on a white sheet of paper, and you are an ant, not one that cannot cross the drawn line, but one that cannot get off it.

In unity there is no harmony, unity, finding a form that gives rise to freedom. Freedom is sand. Freedom is water. Freedom is poison... When these three freedoms become one, they become the concrete of the material world. This world is made up of sand, love and vices. If you remove the senses, it will turn the world into dust, depriving it of material form. They say that every tiny speck of this dust is the very point from which our and all similar universes were.

When you break the boundaries of your Self, you turn into nothing and become dust. A tiny grain of sand, the one inside of which is the whole universe.

Not benefiting nest will bring joy and ant.

He who seeks his own good outside the common good is called a fool. Smart people combine their own and the common good, seeing it as a whole. An ant cannot be happy without the happiness of an anthill.

The essence of the feminine is to gather energy and give it to what is growing.

To follow one's nature is a virtue. Virtuous and Scorpion, and bee.

Ants live in anthills, and people live in anthills. Huge humanoids cover the entire planet. Interestingly, ants live in the anthill, and the man in the anthill-no.

Big trees are a whole ecosystem of useful and not very parasites. Vines and creepers, birds, ants and other insects, animals and fungi. If you clear the Corporation of fungi and insects, the tree will probably die. Pigs and monkeys eating fruit for free are also very useful in terms of fertilizers, advertising and seed reproduction.

Do not neglect even the smallest, the great king Solomon even ants helped build the temple.

When a little man begins to serve a great cause, he becomes as big and huge as an ant on the shoulders of a Titan. The one who is beauty, there is nothing to fear.

Man is made of dust. Ignoring the dust, and you despise the person. Despising man, you despise God, which is the sin of pride, the cause of all your suffering.

The Manager is like a bee, the employees are like flowers... The bee must collect nectar, but take care of the flowers.

If you were beaten for nothing, you must have sat on an anthill, or maybe you were just bitten by a bee.

The slave does not need freedom, because in freedom, outside the anthill, the ant will starve to death or be instantly eaten by someone.

The problem with fools is that they have forgotten their nature. Fools are like insects, they want to fly and buzz like moths, bees or butterflies. When they can't fly, they crawl like caterpillars, ants, or aphids. The real mind does not crawl or fly, it grows like plants, trees and flowers.

Two flowers have nothing to communicate with each other. But the bee can become a friend of the flower, because they are mutually useful.

Basically,  a  hamster  in  a  wheel  is  an  ant,  closed  in  a  drawn  circle.  A  «Tantalus»  scenario  -  never  Ban  from  the  thing  you  want  the  most.  You  can't  make  yourself  to  take  the  thing  you  want  the  most,  as  drawn  bans  prevent  you  from  it. 

Conventionalities  and  behavioral  stereotypes  turn  a  person  into  a  bird  sitting  inside  the  cage  of  stupidity.  Just  as  an  ant  is  unable  to  cross  a  drawn  line  so  a  person  locked  in  his  stupidity  is  condemned  to  live  in  hell  and  to  suffer  eternally.

Be  kind  enough  to  help  out  a  bee,  and  you  will  learn  what  is  wrong  with  being  kind…  It’s  not  about  kindness,  though.  It’s  about  you  being  a  fool.  Good  is  what  keeps  to  a  conception,  and  evil  begins  with  the  absence  of  a  conception.

An important consequence of cognitive dissonance is irritation. When reality collides with internal illusions (the collision of truth with lies), lies are destroyed and this causes irritation, anger, hysteria. To avoid negativity, the snail prefers not to get out of its shell.

A  person  who  isn't  able  to  create  anymore  is  called  a  castrate  as  a  castrate  can't  create  anymore,  he  don't  need  creative  energy.  So  the  nature  plunges  the  gelding  in  temptations  of  vices  and  lie,  to  turn  him  into  an  neutered  ant  or  destroy  him,  fully  depriving  him  of  energy. 

Homosexuality should be considered as entities equal to the "worker bee"or the " worker ant".

Love  story  of  an  ant...  how  nice-will  you  think  indifferently.

All  the  myths  are  equal.  Love  story  of  an  ant  and....doesn't  matter.  There's  no  hierarchy  of  illusions.  Illusions  are  essences  of  nothingness,  and,  as  you  know  there  is  no  space  and  no  time.

A  hamster  in  a  wheel,  as  well  as  an  ant,  is  all  about  his  work  if  he  stops,  cognitive  dissonance  will  drive  her  crazy.

Man obeys either reason or begins to work on instinctive programs, such as" worker ant "or"hatching eggs." Chicken it is not just incubates the eggs, but because it "burns" the butt, but the eggs are cold. Eggs bring her peace and tranquility. And when they heat up, she gets restless again and turns them over with the cold side.

Man is happy as long as he fulfills his destiny. Purpose is either a high goal of the mind or a programmed scenario in the subconscious. The purpose of the mind a man can invent for himself, if he has enough intelligence. And scripts of the subconscious mind are the following: "worker ant", "hatching eggs and Chicks", "ant-warrior", "cock-a breeder". And to the goals of the subconscious person comes, if you can not cope with the goals of the mind. Mired in lies and confusing the guiding star with mirages, the exhausted person falls, full of pain and suffering, and then one of the automatic programs of the subconscious is activated. Again, if lofty goals there, and to be as "ant" or "chicken" do not want, man, stoically suffering and tormented, turns into a sinner. Then appears Mr. devil and starts for a pittance to buy his soul, offering all sorts of wrappers and glass, food and entertainment... Selling your soul, the unfortunate begins to work on the script "you are Food" and gradually self-destructs, releasing energy.

Becoming a butterfly, the caterpillar should not relax. The case of a butterfly to serve beauty, pollinating flowers. If the butterfly falls in love with the idol again and flies like a moth into the light to perish in the fire, our story will quickly end. Thank God, not all caterpillars and butterflies will become food, falling victim to their own passions and stupidity.

Sometimes an ant will climb on the head of a Titan, and sometimes a Titan will crush a whole bunch of ants.

Like  a  fish  with  a  dynamite,  their  brains  are  jammed  with  entertainment  and  joy,  they  don't  need  to  think,  they  need  only  to  rejoice  and  work. 

Folly  and  the  fun,  mind-numbing  music  and  books,  cakes  and  elixirs  of  joy.  Where  did  their  thoughts  go  away?  What  rivers,  what  seas  to?  What  kind  of  life  surrogate  did  they  get  instead  of  reality? 

Selfies,  gadgets,  statuses  ...  pictures  instead  of  souls,  statuses  instead  of  thoughts...  twitching  a  leg  instead  of  work  ...  thousands  of  false  paths,  wrapped  in  circles  and  spirals  ...  millions  of  ants,  like  a  hamster  in  a  wheel,  rotating  huge  generators,  feeding  the  Sun...  and  under  all  this,  at  the  edge  of  the  ocean  there  are  idly  sunbathing  people,  slowly  turning  into  sand…

Ants   are   much   more   like   people   than   one   may   think.   They   can   even   be   called   one   of   nature's   failed   attempts   to   create   a   civilization   and   intelligence.   Or   perhaps   they   are   a   model   of   lower   level.   By   the   way,   there   should   be   3   or   7   levels   of   this   kind.

I   would   also   call   "Variothoughts"   nanophilosophy,   the   philosophy   of   the   third   Millennium.  

The   philosophy   of   a   small   man,   a   resident   of   huge   cities-anthills.   A   philosophy   that   helps   a   little   person   survive   in   the   world   of   supercomputers   and   towers   of   steel   and   metal   piercing   the   clouds,   to   survive   in   the   world   of   titans   and   gods…  

Thousands   of   small   thoughts-nanospheres   create   a   monolithic   frame   of   personality   of   enormous   strength.   Our   task   is   to   create   a   new   era   of   man-the   nanohuman.  

Nanoceramic   –   diamond   stoick.   Diamond   ants   are   almost   non-killable,   mobile   and   extremely   strong.   They   can   survive   anywhere   and   get   into   any   crevice.   They   don't   even   need   air   or   food,   because   they   can   get   energy   from   anything.  

Ants  cannot  cross  a  drawn  line…

Many  would  laugh  at  them,  but  I  would  not  recommend  crossing  a  solid  yellow  line,  especially  a  double  one.

I   wouldn’t   consider   human   as   a   self-contained   system,   it’s   rather   a   distributed   cloud   information   system.   Kind   of   a   perfect   beehive   or   anthill   with   various   individuals   that   are   basically   semi-autonomous   peripheries   in   the   unified   informational   and   energetic   field.     

Functions   of   the   peripheries   are   the   following:   energy   generation   (sources   of   energy),   population   reproduction,   protection   and   security,   service   and   management,   working   and   construction,   new   information   synthesis,   information   fusion   (pollination),   reading   information   from   the   field   and   turning   it   into   matter.

Basically,   humanity   is   the   development   of   the   hives   and   anthills   idea.   There   are   sure   to   be   many   other   roles   in   the   anthill   in   addition   to   the   roles   of   warrior   ants,   workers   and   those   in   charge   of   reproduction:   thinkers,   hunters,   trackers,   engineers.   And   anthill   is   sure   to   be   a   unified   cloud-based   system,   too,   less   freedom   and   autonomy   of   separate   individuals   ultimately   distinguishes   it   from   a   human.   Humanity,   unlike   anthill,   is   more   open   and   universal   system   with   more   freedom   of   separate   individuals.

Man  is  actually  a  modernized  ant.

It   can   be   assumed   that   ants   are   kind   of   perfect   utopian   civilization.   Their   elites   live   in   the   virtual   worlds   and   slaves   and   warriors,   devolved   to   the   most   primitive   mechanisms,   get   energy   in   the   real   world.

By   the   way,   there   are   much   more   ants   than   people   on   the   Earth.

Anthill   is   the   utopia,   where   elites   live   in   the   virtual   world   and   slaves   and   warriors   devolved   to   biomachines.   Ants   are   very   similar   to   nanobots.

Ant   civilization   has   existed   for   thousands   of      years.   Probably,   real   gods   of   this   world   are   ant   lords.   Moreover,   it   can   be   assumed   that   humanity   project   was   invented   by   ant   elites   on   their   model,   as   basically   human   is   just   a   more   perfect   ant.

The   individuals   living   in   the   virtual   world   don’t   need   eyes   anymore,   they   don’t   need   ears,   they   don’t   need   anything   but   biomass,   cooked   by   caring   ants   for   them...

Labor   created   human   from   a   monkey.   But   labor   also   created   some   insects.   For   example,   ants   sleep   4   hours   a   day   by   fits   and   starts.   Bees   are   buzzing   constantly,   too.

The   idea   that   there   was   intelligent   life   on   the   Earth   in   the   past   is   refuted   on   the   grounds   that   no   artifacts   of   those   historical   events   have   survived   to   this   day.   Researchers,   however,   overlook   the   fact   that   the   nature   of   this   intelligent   life   may   have   been   different   from   human   reason.   As   an   example,   its   dimensions   could   have   been   minuscule…   It   could   just   as   easily   have   been   ants.   Incidentally,   reason   could   have   been   an   advantage   given   only   to   elites,   whereas   simple   insects   could   have   been   under   control   of   more   advanced   species…

Aliens`   philosophy   is   unlikely   to   differ   much   from   the   human   philosophy.   At   least   Syntalism   philosophy   is   great   at   understanding   the   nature   of   any   phenomena   -   from   sand   and   trees   to   ants   and   people.

A   cultural   layer   basically   consists   of   garbage,   dust   and   remnants   of   the   dead   bodies.

Like us to sing the hard-working ants, forgetting that the anthill is a model hell consisting of lonely unhappy perverts. The beehive is a nasty place, too...

The greatest value of a snail is its shell.

Big   robots   (for      example,   Mars   rover   or   other   cosmic   robots)   need   small   ant-like   satellite   robots   that   will   get   energy   and   provide   maternal   ship   with   energy.

Flying   energy   robot   hunters   ...   They   look   for   the   Sun   and   charge   their   batteries   to   feed   the   maternal   station.   Robot   hunters   can   extract   energy   in   a   variety   of   ways.   They   are   omnivorous,   like   ants.

I’m  against  people  being  transformed  into  insects  or  an  ant  or  bee  community.  It’s  an  evolutionary  dead  end  contrary  to  human  intelligence.

That horse is slow, then the ant first cosmic velocity.

People huddle to live in anthills and turn into ants.

Perception  of  words  is  highly  distorted,  people  understand  gestures  and  vivid  mimic  much  better.

You  should  do  a  complicated  and  hard  going  deed.  Probably,  you  won't  manage  to  it  on  your  first  try,  you'll  have  to  try  many  times.  Switch  off  your  emotions  and  imagine  yourself  an  ant  who  should  grab  an  aphis  and  lift  it  to  a  tree...  The  aphis  struggles  to  break  loose  but  you  have  it  your  own  way  and  remain  persistent...  Maybe  on  your  upteenth  time  you'll  manage  to  do  it.  Just  have  it  your  own  way  like  a  high-voltage  thing  and  never  give  up.

While   most   people   are   smoothly   evolving   into   ants,   a   smaller   part   is   intensely   becoming   anteaters.   A   tube   face   and   a   long   sticky   tongue.

Examples  of  successful  business  include  people  and  bees,  bees  and  flowers,  ants  and  aphides,  salmon  and  pearl  shells.

No,   we   are   no   titans.   We   are   ants   and   our   steps   are   small,   even   microscopic,   so   to   say.   We   need   to   take   a   whole   lot   of   steps   to   move   and   to   live.

"Faster, faster! they shout. "We can't go any faster, we're snails, we're crawling with the last of our strength.

Do not compare yourself with animals and insects. You are not an ant, not a bee, not a fish, not a donkey, not a sheep, not a dog, not a wolf, not even a deer. You're either a smart man or an idiot or a cross between them.

Complexity  is  an  illusion.  Any  task  no  matter  how  complicated  and  outstanding  can  be  fulfilled  by  anyone  on  the  condition  that  this  task  should  be  divided  into  smaller  simpler  subtasks  that  will  be  easily  fulfilled  by  any  ordinary  person.

Take  a  big  and  very  difficult  task,  divide  it  into  small  simple  subtasks  and  give  them  to  ants.  The  main  thing  is  to  control  and  coordinate  them,  otherwise  they  will  scatter  and  take  it  all  away  in  pieces.

As  befits  a  good  snail,  we  crawl  slowly.

The fact that even snails survive in this world speaks volumes.

Many  wonder  how  God  endures  the  pain  and  suffering  of  living  creatures.  The  answer  is  simple:  he  endures  nothing.  God  is  truth,  it’s  pure  information  and  for  him  human  pain  and  suffering  is  only  an  abstract  infomation  signal  or  a  sequence  of  zeros  and  ones.  The  meaning  of  this  signal  is  the  whip  and  punishment  for  our  sins.  The  following  is  the  list  of  sins:  stupidity,  weakness,  inconsistency,  abandonment  of  one’s  affairs,  absence  of  plans  and  goals,  absence  of  love  and  faith  in  the  organism,  excess  and  imbalance.  Many  other  sins  that  bees  can  afford  don’t  accomplish  their  missions  either.

A  bee  works  much  better  than  a  drone,  but  only  if  it  knows  what  to  do.  A  drone  is  lazy  and  works  bad,  but  it  can  do  even  what  it  doesn`t  know.

Most  bees  can't  think  systematically,  but  there  are  those  that  can,  they  are  called  queen  bees.  A  queen  bee  is  the  bee  that  can  think  independently  and  systematically.

Feminism  is  necessary  for  the  economic  development  of  the  society.  It’s  thanks  to  feminism  that  woman  is  getting  involved  in  industrial  relations  and  becomes  a  highly  effective  worker  bee.

A  divorced  woman  with  a  child  is  a  wonderful  employee  bee,  because  now  Work  is  her  family.

The scarab is a symbol of wealth.  Watching the scarab, you will understand what money is, from what and how they are extracted.  Plenty of money.  Money is the unity of dust, love, ideas and shit.  Idea and shit, it's a metaphor for truth and lies.

Rolling stone is a symbol of a successful and happy person. The meaning of our life is to roll the stone joyfully. Sisyphus labor is a symbol of how the stone is rolled without pleasure, a symbol of the primacy of the goal before the process.

Suddenly I wondered why Sisyphus was rolling a rock uphill, if he was a fool. Invented people that need a stone uphill to roll and fixated. There is no humility in the unfortunate. He must be depressed, that's why he's fixated. Accepting reality is a great cure for depression.

Sisyphus work is something of a category, when you blame yourself for something that can not be changed. Suffering about the past is terrible, but the past cannot be changed. This person is looking for forgiveness, but you just have to accept that there is no forgiveness.

Sisyphus  is  a  symbol  of  a  dung  beetle  –  the  dust  servant.  The  beetle  pushes  the  dung  and  dust  balls  around  forever,  cherishes  them  and  appreciates  them.  The  beetle  can’t  even  think  that  his  ball  is  just  dust  and  there  is  enough  of  it  everywhere.  The  ball  taken  up  the  hill  turns  into  ashes.  Rest  the  ashes.  The  ashes  hill  king.  The  miserable  dust  master. 

Sisyphus work is not fruitless, but very useful. The stone that rolls up mount Sisyphus crumbles to dust and the mountain becomes higher and higher. Sisyphus busy, he builds mountains.

There is no humility in pride. Sisyphus, who rolls his stone up the mountain, is a proud man who cannot accept the impossible. He himself came up with the problem and he heroically decides to no avail. But in the absence of humility, there is a second side – intolerance. Proud people are impatient, they want everything at once. If there is no firmness of love in a proud man, he will quickly give up his work, unable to withstand difficulties and trials. That is, the proud either throws unfinished, or stubborn as a sheep in the impossible.

Sisyphus does not just roll a stone up the mountain, but carries a cross there, and a stranger. It is known that you can not take someone else's cross, everyone should carry his own cross. But Sisyphus has lost its cross and is now trying unsuccessfully to replace him as a stranger.

The problem of Sisyphus is that he is afraid of pain, when confronted with a problem, he turns and runs from her, and the fear of the rock is rolling behind him, threatening to crush the unfortunate.

Sisyphus resembles a dung beetle, which rolls a lump of his fear up the mountain, and the higher the bigger and heavier.

Squirrel in the wheel is not able to complete the job. She always leaves her work unfinished and therefore has to start it all over again.

Sisyphus is not that hard to drag your stone to the end, but just bored, not interested and do not want.

The script "again and again" is based on the myth of Sisyphus. It's basically a squirrel in a wheel. Cunning squirrel in the wheel does not want to work, and wants freebies. This lying squirrel is always lying, even to herself and for this the gods punished her. A squirrel trapped in a wheel is deprived of luck and victory, it is not destined to finish its job.

Everything  you  do  without  love  is  Sisyphean  labor  that  is  bound  to  fail.

Sisyphus is a man too dependent on external circumstances. He never bothers to achieve success, but to take the inconvenient and Slippers to wear comfortable, he whether cannot or does not want. His love is fake, you can throw a stone as she instantly breaks into small pieces.

Usually a Sisyphean task ends with the disease and people using the excuse, throws unloved business.

Perfectionism  is  nearly  the  main  neurotic  strain  of  Sisyphus  that  prevents  him  from  getting  his  job  done.

Sisyphus labor is a "last mile" problem. After spending 80% of the way, 20% of the effort and then, faced with the "last mile", where you have to spend 80% of the effort on the remaining 20% of the way, Sisyphus in horror throws everything. And starts all over again, where it is easy and simple, where there is a sense of growth.

TASK  OF  Sysiphus  is  the  one  when  a  person  tries  to  get  higher,  but  circumstances  throw  him  down..  The  cause  is  banal:  he  climbs  the  mountain,  though  he  should  have  grown  to  become  a  mountain  himself.