At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.

Honeybees depend not only on physical contact with the colony, but also require it's social companionship and support. Isolate a honeybee from her sisters and she will soon die.

And when you get down to it, Lily, that is the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love but to persist in love.

There is no place so AWAKE and ALIVE as the edge of becoming.

We can't think of changing our skin color. Change the world - that's how we gotta think.

Sometimes you want to fall on your knees and thank God in heaven for all the poor news reporting that goes on in the world.

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.