To bee or not to bee

From our thinking buddy

To bee or not to bee, that is the buzz.
Whether 'tis nobler in the hive to suffer
The stings and swarms of outrageous fortune,
Or to take flight against a sea of pests
And by opposing, end them. To fly—to gather,
No more; and by gather to say we end
The hive-ache and nature’s thousand shocks
Th’antenna is heir to: when 'tis but for honey 
We devoutly wish. To fly, to gather;
To gather, perchance to dream—ay, there's the sting:
For in that busy flight what dreams may come,
When we flutter off this floral coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long flights.
For who would bear the winds and storms of weather,
The farmer's spray, spider's web, child's cruel game,
The pangs of lost queens, the colony's delay,
Th’insolence of predators, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When we ourselves might our quietus make
With a bare sting? Who would burdens bear,
To toil and buzz upon a weary wing,
But that the dread of something after winter,
The undiscovered season from whose depth
No flyer returns, disseminates our will,
And makes us rather bear the ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Our instinct doth make cowards of us each,
And thus the native hive of resolution
Is clouded o'er in humming doubt,
And flights of great span and purpose
With this regard their routes turn awry
And lose all apiary action.

Chenrui Zhang

our thinking buddy