Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider its ways and be wise!
Yesterday I ate a yogurt, fruit, and granola parfait outside. One granola bit fell on the ground. Almost immediately, a tiny little ant — the ones whose body segments can’t be larger than the size of a period — found it. Moments later, although that ant hadn’t moved, three or four other tiny ants joined it. The granola was probably four times as large as any of the ants, but they grabbed it and started dragging and pushing it nonetheless. With one ant pulling and another pushing from behind, they got that granola moving remarkably quickly over the asphalt.
But, being dumb insects, they took the shortest route to their nest — a route through the grass. Every blade of grass required a half-dozen or more ants to maneuver the granola around, but they never gave up. Ants swarmed under, over, and around that granola bit, working unceasingly to bring its nutrition home. Each ant tenaciously pulled or pushed, and eventually the did find their way through pretty much all of the grassy obstacles.
I’m sure there’s a moral in this somewhere. You can find it for yourself.