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Here's a poem by Alexander Solzhenitsyn
THE BONFIRE OF THE ANTS
I threw a rotten log onto the fire without noticing that it was alive with ants.
The log began to crackle, the ants came tumbling out and scurried around in desperation. They ran along the top and writhed as they were scorched by the flames. I gripped the log and rolled it to one side. Many of the ants then managed to escape onto the sand or the pine needles.
But, strangely enough, they did not run away from the fire.
They had no sooner overcome their terror than they turned, circled, and some kind of force drew them back to their forsaken homeland. There were many who climbed back onto the burning log, ran about on it, and perished there.
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Sounds familiar?
THE BONFIRE OF THE ANTS
I threw a rotten log onto the fire without noticing that it was alive with ants.
The log began to crackle, the ants came tumbling out and scurried around in desperation. They ran along the top and writhed as they were scorched by the flames. I gripped the log and rolled it to one side. Many of the ants then managed to escape onto the sand or the pine needles.
But, strangely enough, they did not run away from the fire.
They had no sooner overcome their terror than they turned, circled, and some kind of force drew them back to their forsaken homeland. There were many who climbed back onto the burning log, ran about on it, and perished there.
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Sounds familiar?