Bees do not waste time explaining to flies why honey is better than shit.
And quite right too.
We live in an age where every opinion counts – even that of the fly who proudly proclaims, “I choose faeces, it is my truth!” And heaven forbid you challenge her – you might trigger a shitstorm, quite literally.
In the world of bees, honey is the fruit of collective effort, harmony, organisation. But nowadays, all of that is viewed with suspicion. “Collective? Harmony? What are you, a hive or a bunch of communists?” the influencer fly would snarl, filming a reel atop a steaming pile of dung, praising the sacred right to choose.
Bees do not go on talk shows. They do not write op-eds entitled “Why honey is not fascism.” They do not debate certified excrement experts on YouTube.
They simply create beauty, nourish the world, and ignore the buzzing noise of flies darting through fake news and faeces, shouting, “Long live the shit, free from elitist honey!”
The point, ultimately, is clear: explaining to a fly that there is something better than filth is as pointless as explaining to certain human beings that truth is not up for a vote.
And the bees, who understood this centuries ago, just keep flying high.
The flies, on the other hand, remain faithful to their habitat: noisy, arrogant, and always with something rotten to defend.