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Pascal Mercier

Friday 13 July 2012

Human(t)hill

It’s very busy in and around an anthill. There’s work to be done: food and construction material to collect, underground corridors to dig, organic stuff to digest, there’s a female to be fertilised, there are eggs to be taken care of, there are larvae to be fed and a security check to be performed.

If someone purposefully puts a stick into their habitat, there’s panic for a while, but soon they come to terms with the losses: they attribute it to a natural disaster and proceed to cleaning up the mess and rebuilding their home. I never heard them moaning “God, how could you have allowed this to happen?”
If someone steps with his shoe into their hill, by accident, they do the same as above: escape, return, rebuild, and if not possible – move somewhere else. Life goes on.

They have a world of their own and they believe it’s the only one. Oh yes, I hear there have been exceptions. There've been some prophets among them, who experienced powerful visions of mighty creatures stepping into their hill, or pouring hot water into their corridors in order to drown the inhabitants. But a vast majority of ants are anti-prophetic. They are pro-labour. They dislike philosophies. Their prophets were fed into the mouths of the young. Nothing got wasted.
Therefore, ants don’t know we exist.

It’s very busy in and around a humanthill. How much do we know about the world beyond it?

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