Go to the crazy ant, man

Apropos Netanyahu affairs ... I remembered what happened a few years ago about the crazy ant.

Who had not stuck his eyes in the ground, who had not noticed an assortment of ants carrying a biscuit, a piece of bread, a peel of fruit, or any other body that was immeasurably larger than they were. Who was not impressed, who did not admire the organization of the teamwork, did not ask himself, how they do it, these little ones, the average size of each of them three millimeters.

I read, "in Haaretz," I think that in 2015, (http://www.haaretz.com/news/science/.premium-1.2696438)

That the direction of carrying the burden determines the leader, who takes the helm of leadership as soon as her predecessor loses the ability to navigate and because she knows at a certain moment to lead, knows where to go. The leader has knowledge that there is no other. Nevertheless, even the moving ants, those seemingly "dragged" after the leader, sometimes deviate from the line, go against the flow. Sometimes the small nonconformists manage to carry the current, divert the general direction of traffic, But twisting and curving.

In humans, even those who do not know the way will struggle for leadership because of the gains of power. On the other hand, among the ants, there is no struggle between the outgoing leader and her successor.

Researchers at the Weizmann Institute, headed by Dr. Ofer Feinerman, determined that they did not yet understand how the ants knew how to pass the scepter from one to another, only discovered that once the leading ant lost it, another ant, which was not chosen, On herself, which she will fill as long as she manages to direct her band.

I also read that the strength of the group is far above the sum of all the forces of its members, the individual ants. Being in a group, the ants lose their sense of the individual.

If someone interrupts the "crazy ant" path, it is called by its interrogators, it begins to run around as it seems to us without direction, but it turns out that the ants running in every direction like crazy do so when they encounter an obstacle or a disturbance to escape a confrontation. They run away from the struggle, the little pursuers of peace.

It turns out that the running around, which seems to us to be an irregular, incomprehensible, unreasonable run of amok, is nothing more than an escape from war.

Not only that, but the ant was able to nourish the hungry in the nest.

There is a tiny pantry in her tiny body, which researchers call "the social stomach." She picks up liquid food and keeps it in the same pantry without reaching her digestive system. This food can be kept for months. When the ants return to the nest and encounter hungry ports, they pass them the canned food in their bodies with a kind of kiss, a resuscitation kiss.

How easily we trample them.

If we wanted, how much we could learn from the ant, and not just with diligence.

Happy Hanukkah!