Was It God?
Each night Ant leaves the colony, treks through the field, finds a blade of grass, and climbs, climbs, climbs.
Ant’s work for the day has passed, his burden lowered, the others sleep, and Ant is done, done, done.
In spiritual ecstasy, atop the spike, mandibles clamped tight, Ant waves his legs to pray, pray, pray.
Deep inside Ant knows he is part of something larger.
Deep inside Ant knows he serves a higher purpose.
Deep inside Ant knows he has been touched by God.
Deep, deep, deep.
Yet a small part of Ant niggles.
A small part of Ant nags.
A small part of Ant needles.
Burrowing doubt. Pernicious doubt. Malevolent doubt.
Was that moment when Ant felt one with everything truly God; or was it just a fluke?