The Meaning of Life

I am very afraid of bees and wasps because I was stung badly as a child when my father, brother and I happend upon a huge nest.

Last week at the pool there were several bees flying into the pool and stinging people. I learned later that the apartment complex hired someone to tear down a bee nest and that there were some angry bees looking for their home, and I equated it with how the Indians must have felt (and any other indiginous peoples) when they were murdered, raped and deprived of their homeland - angry and stinging like a bee.

So today I went swimming in the pool and saw a drowning bee. I put it on a leaf after much apprehension that it would fly back and sting me. I thought about it a lot, as I often think too much, and about how I should not discriminate just because it may fly back and sting me.

I watched it as it regained its composure and started to move around a bit. Then it suddenly turned over on its back and died.