a bee

aug 31, 2017

stung me on my neck today while i was running and despite my original shock and pain i thought of the perturbed state of the bee, how much anger and confusion it must have felt to attack me and nature of its impermanence and the ultimate futility of its assault and i felt some sorrow for the bee before the pain subsided, sorrow that it would know so much less about the world than me or at least it would see less of the world and i also thought about how privileged i am to see as much of the world that i have and i ran onward though i did raise my right hand to pass over the slightly raised bump now forming on my nape and winced as i felt the stinging sensation spread and swell

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