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Hi everyone.

So first of all I would like to say that I’m both shocked and flattered by the rising number of followers to this blog. I’m thankful to each and every one of you for your comments, likes and for keep on reading my posts again and again.

In this post, I would like to share some thoughts that have occured right after I ran into this amazing (and short) video.

So, if you’ve listened carefully to the speaker, you could hear him saying:

“Everything looks like it has been designed by an architect, a single mind. But ofcourse that isn’t true. This complex city was created by the collective will of the ant colony. A super organism.”

I think that in other words, what the speaker is trying to say (in the name of the scientists, I guess) is that there wasn’t any chief commander ant, who stood with a GPS in the middle of the colony and shouted “Left!!”, “Right!!!”, “Keep this going you lazy sons of a..!!” and so on.  It seems that all the ants (Billions of them) are a part of the same consciousness, a higher consciousness, that is not a part of the physical space. So what we are actually seeing here is ONE “creature” which only looks like many DIFFERENT ants – because our mind believes that any two physical objects are necessarily differentiated.

And the reason we can understand this fact when we are watching the ants, is that we are watching them from the outside.

NOW, what do you think that we will ALL see, once we start looking at ourselves from the outside?

PEACE.

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The play

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Let’s imagine that life is a play. And in that play there are 3 – the actor, the observer (crowd) and the act itself.

Out of these three, who are you?

I used to believe that I’m the actor. I used to hold a story of my own, about who am I and what I am doing here (a Jewish, an Israeli, a secular and so on…).

Later on I thought that maybe I’m actually the observer. Things are happening and I’m just watching them, knowing that my thoughts about myself are just the parts of a false self identity.

But lately, a strange feeling is starting to crawl inside me, one that says that I’m not even the observer, but the act itself, or the theater hall. Both the observer and the actor are contained inside its endless and quite space, doing just what they have to do in order to make the theater come to life.

LOVE,

Ido.