Desde el punto de vista del gran universo, no hay diferencia entre la hormiga y la hormiga, el árbol y el bosque, el rey y el mendigo... Todo esto es absolutamente insignificante.
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...
La abeja no es un animal, el animal es una colmena. La abeja es una célula móvil, un bot que trabaja en el weifai. La colmena es un mecanismo distribuido en vivo, un sistema basado en la nube. La hormiga también es una tecnología en la nube. El patrón más progresivo de la tecnología de la nube es la sociedad humana, donde una persona tiene una célula Autónoma que incluso puede pasar de una sociedad a otra cambiando su naturaleza.
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.
Dices que estás encerrado en una rueda. Dices que vives en una jaula. Pero, ¿quién dibujó las líneas en las que está encerrada la hormiga y qué hay detrás de ellas? Detrás de ellos está lo que rechazaste. Estas paredes, estas fronteras que creaste tú mismo, detrás de ellas están todos rechazados por TI. Cuanto más rechazas, más estrecha y más pequeña será tu jaula.
Servir el polvo significa servir las cosas, servir la arena. Los idólatras oran por las cosas, los idólatras no saben que Dios es la verdad. Los idólatras sirven como polvo.
No renuncio a lo que me dan ni me resisto cuando algo se va. Sé que soy el gerente de polvo, soy un escarabajo de estiércol que rueda bolas de polvo y estiércol. Me gusta rodar bolas, pero ¿estoy atado a ellos? No, pero rodar las bolas es mi propósito en la vida, tengo que enrollar las bolas y las enrollo.
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.
No tengo nada, no soy nada. Ni siquiera tengo sufrimiento. ¿Quién eres tú? ¿Eres el que sirve polvo? ¿Eres polvo? El polvo es sufrimiento. Todo lo que sé sobre el polvo, el polvo me sirve.
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.
Eres polvo, eres polvo... Pero si te doy amor, es como si te vierta agua y luego te conviertas en una suciedad, es decir, un hombre. Sin amor, el hombre es polvo.
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.
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.
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.
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.
De hecho, lograr la felicidad es el significado de la vida de una persona, pero ¿cómo puede una hormiga lograr la felicidad? La felicidad de la hormiga en el Servicio de la hormiga. Sus propias alegrías, entretenimiento y bienestar no harán feliz a la hormiga, sino que lo convertirán en un esclavo de vicios, lleno de sufrimiento y tormento.
Encontrar un buen objetivo en la vida - significa determinar el significado de su vida, encontrar su misión en la vida. La hormiga debe decidir por sí misma de lo que puede ser útil para la hormiga. Hasta que la hormiga sea útil para la sociedad, sufrirá.
¿Crees que la gente es una civilización inteligente dominante en el planeta Tierra? La gente no ha entrado ni siquiera en los tres. La gente ocupa el séptimo lugar honorario. En primer lugar se encuentran los árboles, en el segundo – los corales, en el tercero-las hormigas... Aunque tal vez el primer lugar es el océano y el ambiente, y se olvidó de los peces. Esperamos que los extraterrestres o los dioses bajen del cielo, pero ...el peligro puede estar muy cerca. Si alguna de las civilizaciones más antiguas de la tierra nos llama la atención, la gente, será un desastre. Los buenos dioses, te dirán que dejes de atormentarte en este infierno, ven con nosotros, te daremos un paraíso. Al igual que el diablo, te tentarán con las bellezas inimaginables del paraíso. Te ofrecerán la inmortalidad de la juventud y la salvación de la miseria infinita y el miedo a la vida. Y eres débil y tonto, eres una motora sin cerebro y sin sentido que solo verá el fuego, se enamorará de él inmediatamente y volará en él para desaparecer.
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.
Cuando decimos, ten cuidado con lo pequeño, debes tener en cuenta que los conceptos de lo pequeño y lo grande son relativos al Tamaño de TI mismo. Tú mismo te ves medio, y el gigante te considera hormiga.
El significado de la humildad en la conciencia de que no se puede renunciar a nada, pero todo se acepta en todo el mundo para buscar el beneficio y la belleza. La humildad es el uso más eficiente y completo de la realidad hasta el último grano de arena recogido por la hormiga y ahora lleva a la hormiga.
Servimos la verdad, no servimos el polvo, el placer y el entretenimiento. Nuestro trabajo es hacer nuestro trabajo y debemos hacerlo de manera efectiva, en lugar de entregarnos a los miedos, el descanso, el entretenimiento, los vicios, correr sin trabajo... etc.
El que tiene miedo de perder el polvo es pecador, lo que significa que sufrirá. El miedo es un pecado. El miedo es el diablo. ¿Por qué tienes miedo de perder el polvo? Polvo y mucho alrededor. Este mundo está hecho de barro. La suciedad es polvo y agua. El agua es amor. El fuego es una pasión.
El diablo es el rey del polvo, no lleva nada más que vicios y sufrimientos. Toda la riqueza que el diablo te promete es polvo... que se convierte instantáneamente en polvo de sufrimiento, sólo tú los tomas en las manos.
El alma es verdad, y todo el material es polvo. El amor es el agua, mezclándose con el polvo, genera la suciedad de la que se creó este mundo. La verdad es lo que da forma a la suciedad, convirtiéndola en una persona.
Todo el polvo, todo el alboroto. Nuestras cosas y cuerpos son polvo, nuestras ciudades son arena y nuestras almas son inmortales. La verdad es inmortal.
No tienes que tener miedo de perder el polvo. El miedo a perder el polvo es ridículo. El polvo alrededor es infinitamente grande. El miedo causa sufrimiento. Me recuerdas a un niño en una enorme Caja de arena que llora porque su tobogán de arena se derramó. Llora porque el otro niño está discutiendo con él por un puñado de arena, incapaz de alejarse un poco.
Estás sirviendo polvo, es decir, al diablo. El diablo compró tu alma por el polvo, por el polvo blanco y el placer. Te sientes como un ángel, pero estás sufriendo locamente. El diablo es el padre de la mentira, te engañó, te prometió por tu alma el paraíso, pero en el paraíso es por alguna razón peor que en el infierno. Ingenuo, vendiendo el alma de polvo, te has convertido en un demonio sin pretensiones. El diablo te promete volver al paraíso ... bueno, la esperanza muere por Última vez.
Deshacerse del lastre significa tirar el polvo. ¿Por qué necesitas polvo? Está lleno de polvo en todas partes. Si comienzas a correr, se levantará el polvo y te encontrarás con todo el polvo nuevo que quieras.
Él está muy orgulloso de su polvo, alabado por ella. Generoso puñado nos ofrece a cambio de amor y nuestro tiempo. Es muy apreciado por su polvo, escarabajo, rodando bolas de polvo.
Estás demasiado apegado a tu polvo, eres como un escarabajo de estiércol rodando infinitamente tus bolas al pie de la gran pirámide de Giza. No, no voy a culpar al escarabajo, lo hace bien. Estoy negando el afecto por el polvo.
La emoción es diferente. Emocionado por lo que es bueno y lo que es malo. Sin embargo, eso es malo, porque la mente pierde el poder bajo la presión de los sentidos. Debe contener no sólo su sufrimiento, sino también la alegría. Todo el polvo, todo el alboroto.
El punto es que aunque el diablo y el rey del infierno,...el verdadero Dios del universo es la verdad y la belleza. Dios es la ley y el sol es el mismo esclavo de la ley que el último pecador. Para Dios que el Sol es una hormiga... polvo...
Tienes que deshacerte del miedo a perder el polvo. El polvo está en todas partes. ¿Por qué apretaste tus puños y lloras? Ábrelos y consigue un polvo nuevo... tira de ella... y vete a vagar. El mundo es grande, en cualquier lugar se puede construir un nuevo hormiguero.
La esencia del sábado es la alegría de ser. El sábado tienes que olvidar el polvo. Olvidar conflictos, guerras, dinero, trabajo, luto. El sábado es un día de alegría.
El diablo es el rey del polvo. Todo lo que el diablo promete y te da, todo se convierte instantáneamente en polvo. Pero se lleva a sí mismo a cambio de polvo, algo muy valioso - tu alma y el tiempo. El hombre que dio el alma al diablo se sumerge en dolor y sufrimiento.
La gente está cerca, pero es divisible, esa es su esencia. Por ejemplo, las hormigas y las abejas están Unidas. El intento de la gente de fusionarse en uno a través de la fusión y la pérdida de la individualidad y la libertad de voluntad es el pecado del orgullo.
Una persona armoniosa debe trabajar simultáneamente para sus propósitos y para los demás. Trabajando para los objetivos de otra persona, debe asegurarse de que coincidan con los suyos.
Para ser feliz con la vida, es necesario darse cuenta de su descontento y sus principales razones. Estás insatisfecho porque estás convencido de que el propósito de tu vida es polvo, placer, alegría, entretenimiento, poder.
El diablo todo se convierte en polvo y sólo el amor es inmortal. El diablo es el tiempo, el Dios de Kronos, al que venció su hijo, el ídolo de Zeus, al que venció el símbolo del amor en el cristianismo. Pero el símbolo del amor cristiano resultó ser una pasión y un gusano de orgullo, por lo que se hundió en su totalidad. Trató de salvar a los musulmanes, queriendo erradicar la putrefacción y los vicios en absoluto, pero por varias razones no funcionó. Como resultado, vivimos en el infierno, en un infierno cómodo y cómodo, cuanto más en el que Perin, más insoportable se convierten en los guisantes y sorinki.
Te das cuenta de lo que hace el diablo: él te tienta e introduce en la tentación. Te da regalos, dinero y diversión. Te acostumbras y te vuelves adicto a ellos. Pasas tiempo en ellos, tus decisiones comienzan a depender de ellos, te conviertes en una ardilla en una rueda. Todo lo que te da la comunicación con el diablo es el polvo del cual solo hay dolor y frustración.
El problema del diablo es que le tienes miedo o lo amas. Como resultado, siempre eres esclavo del miedo o el amor por el placer y el vicio. Tus actos motivados por el miedo o el placer inevitablemente convierten tu vida en un infierno. Pero lo más ofensivo es que en algún momento te das cuenta de que todo lo que supuestamente te da el diablo es polvo y veneno.
El orgullo es la usurpación de la verdad y el derecho de la creación. El orgulloso cree que él solo conoce la verdad, él solo tiene razón, y los que le pertenecen deben perder su libertad de voluntad y convertirse en sus hormigas y sus abejas. El orgullo perfecto es la reina de la colmena o la hormiga.
En las hormigas, los guerreros y administradores de hormigas han alcanzado el nivel de Especialización de la cabeza que ni siquiera pueden comer por su cuenta. Hay que alimentar a las hormigas de trabajo, masticando cuidadosamente los alimentos.
El diablo es el padre de la falsa esperanza. Te da esperanza y la convierte en polvo. A cambio, el diablo te quita tu valioso tiempo. Servís al diablo, alimentados por placeres y esperanza, pero tus esperanzas se convierten en polvo, y tus placeres en dolor.
¿Qué es un ídolo? - Un defecto de placer. El vicio convierte al hombre en un adicto y le quita el valioso tiempo, dando a cambio un polvo dulce blanco.
La aristocracia es el poder de los fuertes espíritus. Es necesario entender que el dinero, los parientes, las armas, la educación y otras cosas son potenciadores del poder. Es decir, si la hormiga se multiplica por un montón de dinero y la reina de la colmena, puede que se caiga por encima de la inflada, como una bola de aire, un aristócrata.
El pecador es aquel que necesita algo del diablo. En la Ducha del pecador hay esperanza para el placer y el polvo blanco. El pecador le dice al diablo: "te amo a TI y a tus vicios, dámelos" ... el Diablo está solo y infeliz, él abre sus brazos alegremente a cualquier persona que busque su amor.
- ¿Polvo? - ¡Cenizas! Te estás consolando por servir el polvo de oro. Quiero molestarte, tu polvo es ceniza. Probablemente te hayas dado cuenta de lo doloroso que es vivir, ¿verdad? La ansiedad crónica y el sufrimiento, la sensación del borde del abismo y el calor en el pecho ... estás ardiendo en el infierno, infeliz.
La sabiduría de Soloink no nació milagrosamente del aire. Soloink es una hormiga de Dios. La hormiga que subió a la parte superior de la hormiga. En sus hombros, ya sea que esté parado en titanes del pasado o como una hormiga arrastrándose sobre sus cabezas, no lo sabemos, pero la montaña en la que construyó su casa Soloink, una tumba de montículo que alberga los titanes del pasado. Este montículo se encuentra en la ciudad de los muertos, que construyó un Soloink en la gloria de los genios del pasado y el futuro.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 es un símbolo de una persona exitosa y feliz. El significado de nuestra vida es rodar la piedra con alegría. Los sisifos de trabajo es un símbolo de cómo la piedra se rueda sin placer, un símbolo de la supremacía del objetivo antes del proceso.
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.
Sisif es un símbolo de escarabajo de estiércol, un agente de polvo. El escarabajo siempre rueda las bolas del estiércol y el polvo, los aprecia mucho y los aprecia. El escarabajo ni siquiera puede pensar que su bola es nada de polvo y es infinitamente mucho alrededor. Rodado en la cima de la montaña, la bola se dispersa en cenizas. El mundo está arriba. Rey de la montaña del polvo. El desafortunado Señor del polvo.
El trabajo de los sisifos no es estéril, pero es muy útil. La piedra, que se enrolla en el Monte sizif, se esparce en cenizas y la montaña se vuelve cada vez más alta. Sisif está ocupado, está construyendo montañas.
No hay humildad en el orgullo. Sisif, que rueda su piedra a la montaña, es un orgulloso que no puede aceptar lo imposible. Él mismo inventó el problema y él mismo lo decide heroicamente y en vano. Pero en ausencia de humildad, hay una segunda parte: la intolerancia. Los orgullosos son ansiosos, quieren todo e inmediatamente. Si el orgullo no tiene la dureza del amor, abandonará rápidamente su negocio sin soportar las dificultades y las pruebas. Es decir, el orgullo arroja lo que no está hecho o lo que no está hecho como un carnero, en lo imposible.
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.
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.
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.
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.