Because thats what he does. He always sat under the awning but hasnt done that for a while. He trimmed it in his mind. He would put his theories to tests if a person with any wit capable of taking orders was around. The appearance of ants delighted him. He watched them for hours climbing the centre pole as he slowly chain drank and smoked. Then would come once only, precise observations of their social and cultural habits to anyone around. Anyone making further inquiry would be told "stuff the ants". Unless it was a kids. He would share with them because he knew adults would not understand. He never had trouble with the meaning of life. It just changed according to his mood. He influenced my thinking. I realised there was more to life than smut. I think.