The Life of the Bee 
presses it, the pyre that some day shall 
feed its triumph. 
If in this world all things be matter, 
this is surely its most immaterial move- 
ment. Transition is called for from a 
precarious, egotistic and incomplete life 
to a life that shall be fraternal, a little 
more certain, a little more happy. The 
spirit must ideally unite that which in the 
body is actually separate; the individual 
must sacrifice himself for the race, and 
substitute for visible things the things 
that cannot be seen. Need we wonder 
that the bees do not at the first glance 
realise what we have not yet disentangled, 
we who find ourselves at the privileged 
spot whence instinct radiates from all 
sides into our consciousness? And it is 
curious too, almost touching, to see how 
the new idea gropes its way, at first, in 
the darkness that enfolds all things that 
come to life on this earth. It emerges 
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