Nowhere Special
1 min
The human soul is like a bee, gathering pollen called “love” from every flower, brewing it into honey — and when enough pollen has been gathered, it flies away from this body…
You may wonder: does not the bee’s harvest then vanish and fade along with the soul’s departure?
What I wish to say, my friend, is this —
When you revisit those moments of happiness, are you not, at that very instant, opening a jar of honey marked with the label “love”?