“The bees learn to sense the world, its histories, and its futures. Indeed, we could learn anything… perhaps everything… from the careful relation with one such life form.

For example, every bee is born. They have not yet flown, though they have wings. They can walk at the beginning, but they cannot yet fly. Every bee has a first flight; and the first flight is almost always a survey of the home. Careful and intimate. They see the sun for the first time. Some see the moon, too.

The bees seek the flowers that have nectar; not those that do not nourish, and they learn to discern the natures of pollens and nectars, the dusts and the waters. They avoid the flowers with predators… though some bees stumble into them.

But they seek the flowers with the living dusts, and the living waters. And it is with these they become intimate. Then, having risked their lives in an impossible world, they return with holy blessings, to the hive. There, the blessings are shared, magnified, and feed many beings. Their work makes food for all beings, not just bees. Not just one bee.

And no bee can hoard honey, pollen, or nectar. These are for sharing, because they must be magnified and extended in this way.

Such observations are relevant everywhere, in all of time, and each of their gestures sings throughout life, the sky, the stars… and the origins and futures of life.”

— an anonymous informant