“There are bees in every hive with inherent imperfections: they cannot navigate from the directions given by others.
They fly off everywhere. They are always getting lost. They never gather much pollen.
Yet, by an incongruous twist of fate, these bees can still dance directions to others.
And so they occasionally return from their misguided wanderings with delirious gospel of what they have found.
Good god, what they have found! It is the lost bee who finds new flowers.”