Ants have made their way into my pantry.
It is frustrating, but also fascinating and rather impressive. How could they possibly discover, mobilize, and organize in order to assembly line the food into their hidden hill?
Individually they barely have enough brain power to think, but together they can build underground cities, shepherd other insects, build fungi farms with proper ventilation.
It’s remarkable.
People are the same.
On an individual level we can accomplish very little. We can do a handful of small things well, but imagine the number of people involved with just the process of getting milk onto grocery store shelves.
Someone needs land for the cows, to feed the cows, to grow the feed, to build the fences to mike the cows, to build the machine for milking cows, to build the parts of the machine for milking cows, to mine the metal for the machine, to cut the trees for the fences, to mill the trees, transport the wood, move the cows, process the milk, transport the milk, build the truck to transport milk, mine the oil for the trucks gas, make the milk label, procure the ink to prink the label, mold the plastic, create the plastic mold, build the fridge to keep it cold and a million other things that I could never think of but are no less vital to my existence every day.
In order to do even mundane things, we need each other deeply.
We forget that every car on the road, every light on in a window, every plane above our heads or subway below our feet, is carrying other people that make our life possible. We are all trapped in this pantry together. All of us sacrificing our time in and effort to keep the preverbal milk on the shelf.
Thank you strangers, for the things you do to allow me to live, of which I know nothing about and probably never will.
You are essential.
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