“A beehive is like the brain of the gardens, whose distributed neurons intimately contact, receive, and deliver the precious biocognitive compounds that catalyze much of nature’s grand green thought.

Think of it. A brain whose incredibly anciently evolved neurons fly individually into the day, and sense, and see… and know… in myriad streams and transits. And, like us, they each return to union and solidarity for rest and dreaming. To share what has been seen, known, experienced and gathered.

There is an intelligence here far beyond our capacity to understand with our formal traditions, but the natural creatures we are … were made to couple with this form of intelligence… in ways and for reasons that make our wildest fantasies seem too tame by far.

You want to think about –what honey is an abstraction of–, and you want to think about this -in terms of intelligence, relation, and insight-. The bees themselves are a living link to ‘what honey is an abstraction of’ — and humans, hypnotized as usual by ‘the golden product’ have completely forgotten the actual treasure the bees are and become more acutely in intimate relation with humans. This treasure is transentience. It is largely unknown on our world… particularly in its raw, native form.

You want to get to know a few of these brains. In person. Only these kinds of intimacy can return to our common awareness and access the vast library of forgotten features of our humanity which have too long languished in silence or exile within us for no other reason than that our cultures despise or ridicule them.”

— an anonymous informant