Reflection
I looked out into a garden one day and saw three things…
First a butterfly. It was beautiful and would alight on a flower and then flutter to another, but only for a second or two before moving on. It would touch as many blossoms as possible, but would derive no benefit.

Then came a botanist, with a large notebook under arm and a large magnifying glass. He would lean over a certain flower and look for a long time, then write some notes in his notebook. He was there for hours writing notes, then tucked his book and glass under his arm and walked away.

Then I noticed a little bee. The bee would light on a flower and it would sink down deep into the flower and it would extract all the nectar and pollen that it could possibly carry. It went in empty every time and came out full.

~ H.P. Barker