The ant walked purposefully along the concrete drive, compelled by the chemical messages of its brothers. The green puddle somehow invited a closer look. Tasting of the shimmering liquid, the ant's nerves fired and crackled. Then all was still. Standing motionless, the harmony of the moment penetrated to his core. With a rush the vision vanished and the ant pivoted his head and walked purposefully onward, having no capacity to store or process such input.