June 28, 2012 - Hotel a Abeilles

[classicman]

This is my hive. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My hive is my home. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My hive, without me, is useless. Without my hive, I am useless. I must prepare my hive.

My hive and myself know that what counts in this life is not the flowers we visit, the noise of our buzzing, or the honey we make.
We know that it is the stings that count. We will sting...

My hive is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses,
its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its depth. I will keep my hive clean and ready,
even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...