Violet Sting: Why The Bees Will Eventually Become Purple

The most drastic changes often start off as little ripples.
Off the radar. Off the grid of the grand. The ripples have
their home in the subtle; micro-processes that are hard to
pinpoint with eyes or instruments. When they get the attention
of the minute battalions of even larger micro-processes, the ripples
are stretched out like pizza dough with a roller. Pretty soon that
mangy dog next door sees evolving ripples and it starts barking.
Then all the dogs in the burbs start barking. Then all the dogs in the city.
The reciprocal bark-festival becomes a peculiar phenomenon, but it
doesn’t become headline news or anything.
It just becomes “one of those things”. And then it is dropped
like dead weight or hot potatoes.

What I am suggesting here is this: Reality is more flexible than a contortionist made of jelly.
Reality is an open book.
Reality is a complex system that fine-tunes itself on the fly.
It doesn’t have a reason to exist. It just exists. Like a fly,
it zips this way and that, lands on myriad textures, and only has
an allotted time to live. And then it is replaced by another fly.
Zip, Land, Zip, Die. Zip, Land, Zip, Die.

When we understand the infinitesimal shifts, or at least try to,
our minds no longer exist at the macro-social level, the humdrum
level of bills, payments, gaudy clothing, domestication, pacification,
and subservience to the ideal. We join all the bugs we don’t fully grasp
in the thicket and settle down on their glittering wings.
We acclimatize ourselves to the sensitive root-system of plants.
We become pure relationship.

The most drastic changes start off as little ripples.
Initially, the violet is that which resides at the summit of weeds.
The violet then spreads to the flowers. The bees regale in the aromatic blooms,
and cover their fuzzy bodies in the violet. Pretty soon, the hive is painted violet.
The honeycomb and the queen are festooned with it too.
An unprecedented infatuation with purple honey soon emerges
on the booming marketplace. Human organs are then stained violet.
Human excrement too. When the violet pandemic reaches human eyes,
and transmogrifies them into orbs of violet, that’s when the real fun begins.
Then all perceptions become a function and fact of purple.

The term “White Out” will vanish from the history books.
“Violet Out” will endure.