I remembered a story i had heard about an Apache warrior who was captured by the Comanches. He was stripped of his limbs and stretched out and tied to stakes in the ground. His entire body was painted with honey. The Comanches then left him to the mercy of the ants.
At first their bites infuriated him. He struggled desperately to free himself. But once he understood that there was no way for him to brake loose, he decided to look at the world from an ant's perspective. He projected himself into them. As they ate away at him he visualized himself turning into an ant. Things he had taken for granted, pebbles, dew drops, his own skin - took on a new meaning. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with a feeling of ecstasy. He felt himself becoming re united, through the ants, with mother earth. He was not merely becoming an ant, he was connecting directly with all of nature. He had visions of ancestors who came down and began to chant at his side.
At first their bites infuriated him. He struggled desperately to free himself. But once he understood that there was no way for him to brake loose, he decided to look at the world from an ant's perspective. He projected himself into them. As they ate away at him he visualized himself turning into an ant. Things he had taken for granted, pebbles, dew drops, his own skin - took on a new meaning. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with a feeling of ecstasy. He felt himself becoming re united, through the ants, with mother earth. He was not merely becoming an ant, he was connecting directly with all of nature. He had visions of ancestors who came down and began to chant at his side.