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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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…
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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…
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.
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.
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.