I wonder if the bees are philosophical about their condition in the last minutes of life. I wonder what words they have to describe the dilemma. I can't answer the first question, but I know the answer to the second one. We die a thousand deaths in this life. All victories, attempted ones too, are a denial of our mortality.
Anger is our wish to live forever.
Love is our knowledge that life is greater than it may seem. On down days, I see our planet as a huge bee trap for humanity. Nowhere to go from here. Enjoy the ride the best you can, knowing that it's sure to end sooner than we'd like. No, I don't think so.