carrying on…

If you look at a column of ants on the march
you will see that there are some
who are stragglers or have lost their way.
The column has no time for them;
it goes on.
Sometimes the stragglers die.
But even this has no effect on the column,
There is little disturbance around the corpse,
which is eventually carried off –
and then it appears so light.
And all the time the great busyness continues,
and that apparent sociability,
that rite of meeting and greeting
which ants travelling in opposite directions,
to and from their nest,
perform without fail.

V.S.Naipaul in A Bend In The River