“Be beautiful, noble, like the antique ant,Who bore the storms as he bore the sun, Wearing neither gown nor helmet, Though he was archbishop and soldier:Wore only his own flesh....Trace the tracelessness of the ant,Every ant has reached this perfection.As he comes, so he goes,Flowing as water flows,Essential but secret like a rose.”
“But of all the water's secrets, he saw today only a single one-one that struck his soul. He saw that this water flowed and flowed, it was constantly flowing, and yet it was always there; it was always eternally the same and yet new at every moment! Oh, to be able to grasp this, to understand this!”
“It’s more like he was an ant in the land of elephants. Nobody would notice his presence, no matter how much noise he might make.”
“The people are so small, they look like ants (although they're Walmart customers, so they look like obese ants).”
“Man steps on an ant when he can't catch the fly.”
“..finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning.”