The Foundation of the City 
that each form of intellect possesses its own 
strange limitation, and that the tiny flame 
which with so much difficulty at last burns 
its way through inert matter and issues forth 
from the brain, is still so uncertain that if it 
illumine one point more strongly the others 
are forced into blacker darkness? Here we 
find that the bees—or nature acting within 
them—have organised work in common, the 
love and cult of the future, in a manner 
more perfect than can anywhere else be dis- 
covered. Is it for this reason that they have 
lost sight of all the rest? They give their 
love to what lies ahead of them; we bestow 
ours on what is around. And we who love 
here, perhaps, have no love left to confer 
on what is beyond. Nothing varies so much 
as the direction of pity or charity. We 
ourselves should formerly have been far less 
shocked than we are to-day at the insensi- 
bility of the bees, and to many an ancient 
people such conduct would not have seemed 
blameworthy. And further, can we tell 
how many of the things we do would shock 
a being who might be watching us as we 
watch the bees? 
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