Dharma Moment
I saw a tiny-small red ant in the mashed potato i was feasting on, wondering why the microwave wasn’t able to toast it. But then, i realized, maybe it wasn’t feasting, but struggling. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen a fat ant, or any ant fatter than usual. Maybe it was struggling to find an escape route so it could go inform its friends. The colony. Then it dawned on me. It is not in the nature of ants to be selfish, to be self-indulgent. They really are collective creatures, ants. Real communists, hard core. Coz no individual ant gets fat. Blessed be this ant, I said, who, inspite of the sea of tasty mashed potato buttered to perfection with some garlic, it makes no effort to eat all of it, and stay; it chooses instead to struggle with all its remaining strength to get home and tell the other ants about the potato paradise he found, so they could all go there together and feed the colony. Then I put some potato in my mouth and ate the ant who was in that very spoonful.
