When driving through several states I notice that road signs have different philosophies. Should I be more concerned about the past or the present? One state warns me to look up and another

You’re not a firework. Don’t drive lit.

As the light drains from the sky, a single bat flaps toward the crescent moon.

I picked up a cushion from the outside bench and there were hundreds of ant eggs in the space between the boards. Now that the eggs were in the sunlight, the ant colony

I was nearly cut off by a car with Honk if you Love Jesus on the bumper. It was not a small sticker, but vinyl letters that ran the width of the bumper.