If only faces could talk there would be fewer compulsive babbles. The bee is too busy gathering honey to pause and gaze at those heavenly halls it keeps constantly entering. Man is too busy making a living to live. In the eternal commerce of existence, in the business office of life, God is the last customer waiting to be served, like the lowest- level clerk in a bureau. A cheated heart demands collateral and then lends only at mortgage rates.
Deception eventually turns it into a businessman.
The bee soothing the flower with suck sweetens its scent.