Monday, February 16, 2009

From my friend Stuart about the last entry

I stopped to watch a bee working late in front of Memorial Hospital. He was moving in and out of some small flowers on a bush. He was working a flowering bush as the sun was going down. Oblivious of me. I criticized him. Dumb bee working late, for a queen in some hive miles away or around the corner, knocking himself out and not even asking what's happening to me. Why am I doing this. More than that, perfectly satisified he's got it figured out. The going, the coming,the packing in pollen, and the making of honey. Certainly none of his cronies or the queen ever say, let's knock off and do something else for a while. His culture may survive ours.

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