I believe in the story of the diligent ant and the lazy grasshopper.
You study hard, you commute to work.
But an insect's brain is one-millionth the size of a human brain cell.
You have no desire to work hard for the future.
Animals feel pain through their sense of pain. That's where emotions start.
Insects don't have pain points, so they don't feel pain, and, of course, they don't have feelings at all.
I'm going to hit you right now, and you're going to think, "That hurt."
You'd be angry at me for hitting you.
I'm hitting you to teach you how to feel anger.
Because ants can't feel pain, and ants can't feel anger.
You don't want to be the grasshopper, so you work even if you don't want to.
You don't even know what it's like when your girlfriend plays the violin.
He feeds in the summer, and in the fall, he chirps to call the female.
You leave your eggs to die in winter, so there's no point in storing them.
Insects don't have feelings, but if you anthropomorphize them...
If you anthropomorphize them, you're confusing the purpose of insects with that of humans.
And if you make it into a picture book or something, it'll be twisted and turned to suit the times.
And if it's made into a picture book, it will be twisted to suit the times.
You work like an ant, but for what purpose do you live?
What do you really want to be, an ant or a grasshopper?