Busy as a bee....
This entry in no way is the start to a new beginning, or says anything about my votes or how their results have so far affected me...but i digress. I have no decision as to whether I have returned to shed more thoughts and ideas, but I have some more I must say, and as not all people will see it if I write it as a comment, I have decided to put it as a new entry---just for the time being. Here goes:
As I heard in on the radio, in my car the other day, biologists are conducting several current civilizational studies, performed on all sorts of species in the bee family. It is a way to understand their culture better, in comparison to other, for bees are fascinating creatures, who form colonies and rank each other in quite curious ways to gain infrastructure, and nesting grounds, not unlike mankind. Though they are simply insects to us, they have wants and needs, and have every right to a functional, organized life as we do.
The current scientist was speaking to the radio show about what happens during a confrontational meeting between two males. They have a kind of fight for domain; each of their testosteronal masculinities driving them to show off and gain a title as champion, and defeater. It is a quite curious process, and yet all as pointless contest of strength and physical accomplishment as as we humans so moronically procede to take part in, hence the numerous gang deaths and jealous murders we face every day.
When two males, fight it is generally over a female, who refuses to join the fray; she has the sense of morality the males lack, and knows where her priorities stand. They fight, and scratch, striking each other, until the other falls. Each of them so sure they are to win, that they do not fear for any bystanders or nests' that could be lost in the proccess. Their tango (so to speak) constists of trying to mount the others head. Quite metophorically, they gain confidence and achieve victory over the other, weak, discarded being. But the loser is noble in a way. It knows when it has lost. It bows its head, giving in to what it has lost. That is where humans and bees are different. Humans have a hideous sense of relentless stubbornness, assuring each person that he or she is right in every thought or theory they have proclaimed.
So I shall go way of the bee. Discarding my humanity for a much more worhty title, as loser. For that is what this is. Haris and I are trying to dominate each other, to gain some kind of immature title in our correct opinions. But I shall bow my head, for even a losing bee knows when he has lost his battle. I have my opinions, and you have yours. It is just a matter as to who finally gets the popular vote. For we are sheep, under the control of George W. Bush, not nearly as free as a bee, making its way through the good times and the bad times, merely trying to survive.
"If everything seems to be going well for you, you must have overlooked something." ---Steven Wright: comedian, and genius.
Not too long until sunday...
As I heard in on the radio, in my car the other day, biologists are conducting several current civilizational studies, performed on all sorts of species in the bee family. It is a way to understand their culture better, in comparison to other, for bees are fascinating creatures, who form colonies and rank each other in quite curious ways to gain infrastructure, and nesting grounds, not unlike mankind. Though they are simply insects to us, they have wants and needs, and have every right to a functional, organized life as we do.
The current scientist was speaking to the radio show about what happens during a confrontational meeting between two males. They have a kind of fight for domain; each of their testosteronal masculinities driving them to show off and gain a title as champion, and defeater. It is a quite curious process, and yet all as pointless contest of strength and physical accomplishment as as we humans so moronically procede to take part in, hence the numerous gang deaths and jealous murders we face every day.
When two males, fight it is generally over a female, who refuses to join the fray; she has the sense of morality the males lack, and knows where her priorities stand. They fight, and scratch, striking each other, until the other falls. Each of them so sure they are to win, that they do not fear for any bystanders or nests' that could be lost in the proccess. Their tango (so to speak) constists of trying to mount the others head. Quite metophorically, they gain confidence and achieve victory over the other, weak, discarded being. But the loser is noble in a way. It knows when it has lost. It bows its head, giving in to what it has lost. That is where humans and bees are different. Humans have a hideous sense of relentless stubbornness, assuring each person that he or she is right in every thought or theory they have proclaimed.
So I shall go way of the bee. Discarding my humanity for a much more worhty title, as loser. For that is what this is. Haris and I are trying to dominate each other, to gain some kind of immature title in our correct opinions. But I shall bow my head, for even a losing bee knows when he has lost his battle. I have my opinions, and you have yours. It is just a matter as to who finally gets the popular vote. For we are sheep, under the control of George W. Bush, not nearly as free as a bee, making its way through the good times and the bad times, merely trying to survive.
"If everything seems to be going well for you, you must have overlooked something." ---Steven Wright: comedian, and genius.
Not too long until sunday...