A bee settling on a flower has stung a child. And the child dreads bees, and says the object of the bee is to sting people. A poet admires the bee, sipping honey from the cup of the flower, and says the object of the bee is to sip the nectar of the flower. A beekeeper, noticing that the bee gathers pollen and brings it to the hive, says that the object of the bee is to gather honey. Another beekeeper, who has studied the life of the swarm more closely, says the bee gathers honey to feed the young ones, and to rear a queen, that the object of the bee is the perpetuation of its race. The botanist observes that the bee flying with the pollen fertilizes the pistil, and in this he sees the object of the bee. Another, watching the hybridization of plants sees than the bee contributes to that end also, and he may say that the bee’s object is that. But the final aim of the bee is not exhausted by one or another, or a third aim, which the human intellect is capable of discovering. The higher the human intellect rises in the discovery of such aims, the more obvious it becomes that the final aim is beyond its reach.
I was afraid to be me Be anyone you want to be Be anything you want to be I don’t blame my week For my not being able to speak Clearly about things I’ve said before
And if it’s light outside night will fall Night will fall And if it’s life it resolves It resolves
Everywhere you are in a maze is a lie Anywhere you are on a page you still go to the right Anytime there’s no ground below you you’re in the sky Anytime you’re afraid it’s gonna be alright It’s gonna be alright
I was a flame in the night I heard what I wanted to hear And the moment I disappeared I grew the size of all outside Cuz I I became one with the night And if it’s real it’s not all It’s not all there is There’s a lot in what appears not to be there at all And you can function as someone besides who you are And you can function as someone besides who you are And you can function as someone besides who you are And you can function as someone besides who you are
There is too much it’s too big my mistake is trying to see and now I’m low n’lea ping my needs to what i feel it’s not about me thinking i’m real i need to feel & feel feeling it’s not about me but i can’t believe a bout me i’m only seeing i’m me if i’m not living where needs seem to be god OH god help please oh needs need me who am I and who is she does her belief know my flee feel oh no need nothing i need there is no eye there is no me i cannot be and I cannot need WHY AM I HALVING 3 minds? PLEASE?
virtue is the most valuable of all possessions; the ideal life is spent in search of the Good. Truth lies beneath the shadows of existence, and it is the job of the philosopher to show the rest how little they really know.