hantik

there's a line of ants on the balcony of our 2nd floor office parking lot. sometimes i'd just stare at them walk/run along . but sometimes i do something. sometimes, i'd hurt one to the point that they cannot walk. to the point that they can barely move. then i'd wait. i'd wait for another to help it. i'd even say "help him!". most of the time, the first ant in the vicinity would run faster as normal as if it heard a distress signal coming from a helpless brother. maybe it did. more probably they can communicate, only in different frequency that we cannot comprehend. then  more would come to help. but sometimes. sometimes. i'd see a coward. a coward that would run faster away as soon as it senses that some ant is hurt. that some ant is badly in need of help. that some ant would be in its responsibility once it touches it. that it would have to carry it all the way to their colony. coward. i do something about them. i'd hurt them, too. i'd hurt them more. not to the point of killing them. but to the point that only their antenna could move. then i'd throw it off to the ground floor. it would not kill it either. but there, nothing can help it. no other ant would hear its distress signal. at least not soon. it will be lying there. in great pain. in a really bad shape. and no one can hear it. when i do that, i feel supreme. then i wonder. maybe it's how god works. maybe it's how god smites. but then i come up to my senses and realize..

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October 4, 2013 at 9:34am