January 7, 2005

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  Our area is experiencing some record breaking flooding.  In the wake of the never-ending onslaught of mother nature, one can easily be knocked from any lofty pedastals upon which we have perched ourselves.  The hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, ice storms, volcanoes, and tsunamis can remind us that we are a mere part of a larger system, not the focus or masters of that system.
  
  We are to nature as the ants are to us.  When we decide to trod across the anthill, we go and the ants are scattered and crushed.  We, like the ants, can make small attempts to impede the onslaught, but with little true effect.  A few ants find their way into our pants and cause considerable annoyance...this only causes us to stomp viciously in our next pass over the ant hill.  We build dams and change courses, however when the rivers awaken from their sleepy naps and decide to wander the countryside, our efforts often make worse the effects of their meanderings.

  
  

                                                             (at some point, our view is very similar to the ant's)

  
  

  However, like the ants, we are irrepressable.  When the boot unwittingly squashes the small world of the ant and passes aimlessly on, the ants scurry to rebuild maybe only to be squashed again.  We do the same..with higher purpose?

  
  

  Thanks, LMF, for the prod and pics

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