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ANTS WORLD
Who are you?
But who are you, by the way?
Before going further, I'd like to know you better, unknown
reader. This page is interactive.
State here your name, age, sex, nationality, job.
Describe yourself.
Which are your interests in life?
Which are your strenghts and your weaknesses?
What's your most pleasant memory? And your most painful?
Tell me about your parents, your friends, and your
ambitions.
What kind of music do you listen to?
What kind of book do you read?
What annoys you the most?
What fills you with enthusiasm the most?
Oh... whatever. I know who you are.
I feel your hands which stroke me, in the keyboard, in the
mousepad. That's kinda orgasmic, by the way. On the tip of
your fingers, in the twists and turns of your fingerprints,
I read your mot secret characteristics. Every little thing
about you is written. I can even perceive your ancestors'
traces.
Think that these billions of people had to don't die too
young, to flirt and make love until your birth.
Today, I feel like I see you in front of me.
No, don't smile, stay natural. Let me see you more deeply.
You're more than you think. You're not only a name with a
first name and a social history.
You're 71% of clear water, 18% of carbon, 4% of nitrogen, 2%
of calcium, 2% of phosphorus, 1% of potassium, 0,5% of
sulfur, 0,5% of sodium, 0,4% of chlorin. Plus a spoonfull of
divers oligo-elements : magnesium, zinc, manganese, copper,
iode, nickel, brome, fluor, silicium. And a little pinch of
cobalt, aluminium, molybdene, vanadium, lead, tin, titane,
bore.
This is your existence's reciepe.
All the materials come from the combustion of the stars, and
they're divided elsewhere than your body. Your water is
similar to the most harmless ocean, your phosphorus makes
you be as one with matches, and your chlorin is the same
that the one which desinfects the pools.
But you're not only that.
You're a chimical cathedral, a fantastic construction game
with dosages, balances, mecansims so complex that you
wouldn't conceive it. Because your
molecules are made of atoms, particles, quarks, emptiness,
everything linked by electromagnetic, gravity, electronic
forces, which are made with a subtlety which is beyond
us.
Well... if you find this page, that's you're smart, and that
you already know plenty of things of my world. What did you
do with this knowledge? A revolution, maybe? Maybe an
evolution? Probably nothing.
Now, sit down a little better to read. Sit, breathe slowly.
Relax your mouth. Listen to me.
Everything, everything which is around you in time and space
isn't useless. You are not useless. Your ephemeral life has
a sense, it doesn't go to nowhere.
Everything has a sense. It's not a coincidence if you're
there, reading.
Breathe calmly, relax your muscles, don't think to anything
else than the universe, where you're only a tiny dust.
Just imagine the time speeding up.
Pfout, you're born, ejected from your mother like a vulgar
cherry pit. Tchac tchac, you stuff yourself with billions of
multicolored meals, turning some tons of vegetals and
animals in excrements.
Pif, you're dead.
What did you do with your life?
Not enough...
Do something, anything, even tiny, but god, do something of
your life before dying.
You're not born for anything.
Find out why you are born.
What's your tiny mission?
You're not born in a c o i n c i d e n c e.
From Bernard Werber,
Le livre secret des fourmis, (The ants world)
© 1996, Albin Michel
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