There is a tragic old saying “you win more bees with honey, than you do vinegar”, and indeed this overused cliché may be true for bees, it is an ignorant statement in regards to the human race; and further from that, it is arrogant to suggest that it applies to his nature. Man is warm and soft on the inside, but the harsh glistening sun of reality bakes and hardens his outside. Like a shell, man walks through endless streets and narrow paths on this rock- compassionate in his heart, but restrained on the surface. Whether or not we believe in some form of divinity, all of us feel in some way or another, a bit of compassion when we pass the beggar in tattered clothing. But it is not greed which constrains us from stretching out that courteous hand, rather, it is fear. It is natural for man to care. Care is the corner stone of society. Even before our primitive selves could converse back in the bush, he could sympathize with his fellow being. Kings, peasants, poets, warriors, or farmers all toil in the same dust, and are enslaved by the heavy burden of the senses. We need no Cherubim with a fiery sword and an all seeing eye to keep us afar from our former dwelling place. It is our unshakable wants which chain us to the soil. Just as man was blessed with spirit when He breathed His breath into him, he was just as cursed as he awoken only to be confined in clay. Clay does not exist in paradise, that is to say, paradise does not exist with clay in it. For clay wonders, clay thinks, clay wants, but more importantly, clay, so long as it breathes, is unsatisfiable. It is safe to say, that if man was a satisfiable being- society would not progress, let alone exist. Man was not banished from Eden, he left out of boredom.
But what does this unsatisfiable thirst have to do with bees, and their disliking of vinegar. How many times have we seen the sobbing girl outside that muscle head’s door as he continues to ignore her, or that pleading boy who continue’s to write to the girl that refuses to reply, while aimlessly overlooking the numerous locks of hair other girls have sent him in the mail. Are our desires sincere, or is it wise to assume that man longs for what is forbidden, that it is natural, biological, that we want what we cannot have? Honey may very well do for the bees, but I think it is fair to assume that when mankind cries out to the heavens “I thirst”, it is not for the sweet savor of the earth’s nectar, but rather, it is for the bitter taste of its sour stale vinegar.