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Excuse me. Hey. Could we do that again?
I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life... with our antennas bouncing off one other, continuously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us.
Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along... in an efficient, polite manner.
"Here's your change."
"Paper or plastic?"
"Credit or debit?"
"You want ketchup with that?"
I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be an ant, you know?
It's kind of like D.H. Lawrence had this idea of two people meeting on a road... And instead of just passing and glancing away, they decided to accept what he calls "the confrontation between their souls." It's like freeing the brave reckless gods within us all.
Then it's like we have met.
I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life... with our antennas bouncing off one other, continuously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us.
Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along... in an efficient, polite manner.
"Here's your change."
"Paper or plastic?"
"Credit or debit?"
"You want ketchup with that?"
I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be an ant, you know?
It's kind of like D.H. Lawrence had this idea of two people meeting on a road... And instead of just passing and glancing away, they decided to accept what he calls "the confrontation between their souls." It's like freeing the brave reckless gods within us all.
Then it's like we have met.