Superorganism. A biologist coined that word for our great African ant colonies, claiming that consciousness and intelligence resided not in the individual ant but in the collective ant mind. The trail of red taillights stretching to the horizon as day broke around us made me think of that term. Order and purpose must reside somewhere other than within each vehicle. That morning I heard the hum, the respiration of the superorganism. It's a sound the new immigrant hears but not for long. By the time I learned to say "6-inch Number 7 on rye with Swiss hold the lettuce," the sound, too, was gone. It became part of the what the mind would label silence. You were subsumed into the superorganism.

You solely owe success and happiness to yourself. So why not make your inner-self proud of your daily decisions and actions?

Never stand in the way of letting God use people__ actions, in order to solve a greater issue in the world.

To know the good from the bad, measure the heart. Actions reveal the true coloring of one's heart, not their intentions.

Every act has both good and evil results. Every act in life yields pairs of opposites in its results. The best we can do is lean toward the light, toward the harmonious relationships that come from compassion with suffering, from understanding the other person.

The crookedness of the serpent is still straight enough to slide through the snake hole.