the hand holding the pen
the thoughts of an ant
There is a story of how an ant one day walked across a page of writing and thought wow, this is incredible its like a whole load of ants joined together, or the markings of an ant pathway and she went back and reported to the others and told them all about it. Over time another ant or group of ants discovered the pen and the means where the marvellous marks were made. Later one of the Ant Kingdoms greatest minds reported back that the pen was not the direct cause and motivator of the writing but the pen was controlled by some pink/brown objects that he called digits…
As ant life evolved, so did their means of investigation and discovery and others discovered the digits were attached to a hand and one day one ant got lost and wandered off the hand and discovered an arm and so on.
Through all this investigation at no time did the ants ever learn what the writing meant or what it was for.
So it is when we learn about things by breaking them down to their constituent parts and theorising about them, and creating cause and reason by only examining these parts… to really learn we need something else, to understand a meaning, a quality, a reason, that is beyond measure because it is not of measure.
Because we have so longer accepted the former understanding of the world, without the latter we find ourselves in a world where the soul is seeping away. I for one want a better world, to do this we need to question the way things are, and why and ask what is it for and why and what does it mean and why. The hand holding the pen is very interesting, but what is being written on the paper and why is it being written.


















