I admire writers who are willing to put that thing which is writing – to the test. A tsunami of power has always been on the way. And at the moment, we are all poised, hanging, breathing carefully, over some chasm at what has come before. There are few of us who in this deviant culture who are beholden before power because they are the power. Ants are highly regimented with power structures designed by more players than you want to know. AO Wilson has the best books on Ants. Colonies. Wars. Resources. Guard duty. Messengers. Etiquiet. Conspiracy theories. Making babies happen. Aging leadership. Pesticides. Floods. Winter. And homo sapiens sapiens who eat them on strange islands somewhere far away. There are other metaphors. Politics and hyenas.

Coming together is a complete fantasy, because most of us are from cultures, too, and we do not operate without apprehension because a tsunami if there is one apprehends us all. First, they grab TV. What could possibly go wrong. Communication networks will become generic memories depending on what cocktail has been inserted into the tube. The operant idea here is: Inserted Into the Tube. I find this piece kinda sly as a fox. Who boycotts who. In the cave days, boycotts were not allowed. It means shunning. You are cast out and treated with contempt and your support system is a bridge too far. I rarely read things twice. Procreation has always been cultural. I swear to you, we are going tribal. Some ants have a very big bite.