The other day I was soaking in the bath tub musing over my quixotic impulse to challenge the free will myth. I hold out no hope of succeeding so why am I 'tilting at windmills'? All I can say is that I'm probably driven by a primate social instinct to sound a 'lions nearby alarm'. Although maybe not as dangerous as a hungry lion, I do see this myth as an obstacle to self understanding.

Anyway, while reflecting on the irony, I noticed an ant crawling on the wall. What could this little guy teach me? I recalled the years when my thoughts would have hinged on the presumed differences between myself and an ant, choice-wise, i.e., an ant moves out of instinct, while I move out of choice. Oh jeez, what a lonely feeling that perspective induces. Returning to my 'similarities are reality' point of view, I see we - the ant and I - are kindred souls. We're both moved by our needs and fears, despite the fact that I can endlessly mull over mine. I am the ant; I am no longer alone.