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Ants

 Ants are stupid. They wander around in the spectrum of earth leaving trails of Formic acid. Darwin probably made them do this. Other ants follow the trails and there you have industry, Communist-style. That trail may lead to foodstuff--a dead worm, a piece of candy. This provides Ants with purpose tho it looks pretty stupid. The trail might lead to aphids, which ants milk for sugar or something. We call this a symbiotic relationship because neither side gets the better of the other. Ants wear Iron Man suits made from sclerotinand possess super strength. So why don’t they fly around saving the world? Who knows, who cares? Ants staying occupied and following the formic acid keeps their Communism alive. Whatever they find at the far end of the formic trail they bring back to camp and whoever's in charge. No one gets rich in this system except that one in charge. No one voted for that ant, either, they just won the birthright lottery. The rest remain lumpen. You wouldn't know about lumpen but it makes the many seem like one. Unlike you who are unique and precious.


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