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Waiting for the Last Bee to Come Home

Is this not strangely moving, a sweet child, fondly watching the family’s much-loved bees returning as the sun is setting. Watching the bees come home. How lucky we are to be able to witness our bees coming home, when so many, in other parts of the world, are not. They call it “colony collapse disorder” , something that happens to the bee colonies when the collective inner state of human beings is such that bees can no longer live in the world they have created. When that which was once understood to be agriculture is nothing but a form of warfare against Nature. Producing food relies on the honeybee to make it happen, yet we cannot keep the bees alive. Such are the things that happen in our world that we would find it hard to explain to a child. It’s hard to explain to ourselves

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