A slow red sphere, pulsing with light and energy, rose across the misty horizon; nourishing the once dark and desolate island with color, sound and life. It was like an artist's canvas slowly coming to life, splashing the surface with colors and hues and carefully assembling his masterpiece. The island suddenly lit up, as if someone had suddenly turned the brightness knob on a TV and turned up the volume. The dark, mysterious trees and plants suddenly lit up with radiant joy, and I saw the smallest details of my surroundings in the brightness of the morning sun. As I stood up, I saw a multitude of ants scurrying over the dark, gnarled root. I looked deeper into the ant world, staring in fascination at the various dark spots that ran across the root like farmers over a newly plowed field. The black spots crawled up the root, sometimes stopping when they came into contact with another ant, waving their antennae in joy at each other, and sometimes picking up a crumb of joy and running back to the ecstatic colony and excited. The crescendo of sound slowly...