tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8601832390588340028.post2591741769062262795..comments2011-11-11T20:15:29.071-08:00Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07404282761207574043noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8601832390588340028.post-69293212604265713302011-11-11T20:15:29.071-08:002011-11-11T20:15:29.071-08:00During childhood I sometimes wondered if we were like ants on an anthill. Just as we would watch the ants and maybe disturb their path or put sand into the anthill hole, what if there were some very large beings watching us, as if we were their playthings. Sometimes they might reach out and cause cars to crash or a building to topple over, just to see us rush around in a panic, like ants do when we wreck their anthill.Suzanne Bubnashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09305001077699530364noreply@blogger.com