The beauty of ants...

So this is what I posted as my Facebook status:

Tomar la brocha en una mano es llamar la lluvia con la otra! Oh Madre Diosa, Madre Naturaleza, Madre de cada ser vivo, dejame pintar mi hogar para que hormigas, perros, lagartijos y humanos podamos coexistir en una casa limpia y fresca!

 Witch means:

Taking a painting brush in one hand is summoning the rain with the other! Oh Mother Nature, Mother of all living things, let me paint my home that way ants, dogs, lizards and humans can coexist in a fresh clean house.

Why do I write this? Well, recently I have had the obsession, well not recently nor obsession more like new way of viewing things, what if, and I mean IF, god was a woman or better yet, not a woman nor a man, just this big mass of energy, whatever the case I rather belevie its a woman. Anywho, I was painting my house and while doing so, I was thinking about how weird it is to be human. We are these animals who are not so different from others, they say we are different because we speak, comunicate, but is it not true that other animals comunicate and have there own way of speaking with each other? And others say that we have choice, but what if animals choose there way of life. I dont know, these are just random thoughts and really, I am not crazy nor am I dumb, I have read a lot, and like I mentiond on my earlier post a graduate student. But these thoughts invade my mind like some kind of bubbles that burst together and form these weird patterns that come to life when im alone writing, reading, painting etc. Anyway, this is not what I was going to write.

            The thing is that I saw these ants. And they were carriying the mother ant, and relizing that maybe my foot stept on there house, or maybe the paint was intoxicating them, or maybe she just wanted to go for a stroll, the point is that they work together they help each other, not just because they have to, but because they know thats there way of surviving, TOGETHER. So why cant we humans do the same…?