They were doing it, to
quote them: "Just for fun in our world's Fun Fair, like a bedtime
loisir."
Beneath the dark and orange shadows which can be somehow
reproduced by the color range of the fireworks you bathe in today
the earth was utterly alive and breathing. The numerous families
of ants, known as hardworking and also, in situations of
necessity, fellow-devouring creatures were putting their young
to sleep with a prayer for grains and shiny days. Some wonder
nowadays who on earth or in the skies could listen to the
minuscule prayers of an ant. I let them wonder.
The life of the Garden in its small size was not at all
minimized for people with binocular vision. These endowed people
managed to understand that the same earth who had once breathed
us out through its lungs had also breathed ants through its
pores. Thus we got to count small hearts and big hearts, small
hopes and big hopes and people that were in between, insectlike
molded instinctual to paroxysm in situations of necessity
therefore half human. The scientists of Eden called them the-
half-blind-half-awake-half-hearted-half-humans, a made-up
qualificative and pretty hard to memorize since no name has been
invented yet for things that were struggling in the middle of
what we held as the Being Humane Scale.
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