I was sitting on a rock and pondering. Not much on my mind but nothing. An ant walked by and grasped my vision. My interested eyes wandered with the ant, seeing where it was going and what it was doing. This ant carried a crumb of food --innovation. To feed the groping youngsters and retired old ones alike, the ant needed to succeed in its venturous quest. The weight of "food" bore down on the small insect's back. It was a weight much heavier than he. Some did not want him too accomplish the task; the daunting rocks rolled into the way. But the ant kept trying and conquered half of the crumbling hill, slipping and sliding so it seemed he had done much more. The chunk of food still weighed on his back, until a helping hand came to slighten his burden. Together the two ants scaled the entire mound and snuck under a rock, finally finishing, but maybe not winning. Either the "food" will not be accepted or will be on shortage.

Another ant came along as I sat upon the boulder. This one was searching, working on a trial yet to be finished. My evil side came in, and I buried him like Interplay to Black Isle. But to my surprise the ant dug his way right out of the grave, just as Troika was formed.

And yet another ant wandered by with a heavy load. It seemed that he was traveling elsewhere; to another hole--another country. He crawled along at a slowish pace trying to reach the destination. But halfway through the trail this ant was stopped and gobbled up.

I guess we can learn a lot from our insect friends. Maybe no two species are all that different.