Meaningless Bees Making Meaningful Honey

Bees do not think of me when they make honey, from the flower that has no meaning except to stand tall with head up and look pretty.

Meaningless as they seem, meaning to the whole they are. Meaningful is defined in their work, and meaning I find when sweet honey melts in my mouth.

Michael Angelo was a man of the world, and though the world knows less of his parents, they are the chemical compound that brought him into existence. The reaction from two no ones that created one someone.

Everything that is, everything that happens, gives life to a major, meaningful thing. America got comfortable and slept. After 911, everyone (most) became aware, they woke up and now authorities are not the only one policing our streets. People are aware, awake, and they want to protect themselves, their properties, their neighbors. Few little (no-ones) people got together to create such a catastrophic event and now a lot of no-ones got together to make sure it never happens again.

Yellow and black, who would have thought, this two colors would go together. They go together on bees, the meaningless insect that have a painful needle-like material that is used when invoked. The funny thing is that I am the one who is invoked by the buzzing yellow and black insect that has been mesmerized by my cologne. 


As I was saying before being distracted by need to focus on the detail feelings of bees, bees they are little insect that when come together and form a beehive and I believe that is where they make their honey.


The honey is one of the only substance that, because of the compounds in it, cannot really be modified and is used to prevent and cure sickness. 

The meaningless bees that make such a important and sweet substance.