“Throwing a wrench into it” is as apt an idiom as I can presently ponder, as like ants, we all wander.
To resist is to inherently oppose. To oppose is a karate chop to the nose as far as harmony goes.
It’s like a minor chord in a major key, but on purpose and spitefully.
Like this “blunt” and “choppy” soliloquy.
WHACK.
Oh? Blood flow? Plug it up and don’t slow.
Underground, let’s get low.
One more idiom to go.
“What we resist persists,” but must it be so?
Can we truly tunnel to safety?
Or will we reap what we sow?
Persist, ant! Resist, ants!
Or let go and Deepflow.