A Taste of Honey

“Bees are something you do not understand, Andreas. But when you do, new horizons will open up to you,” my grandfather once told me in a rare moment of grandparental conversation. My grandfather was normally a man of few words and even fewer opinions, and I felt tremendously privileged to have been found worthy of his confidence. And he was most certainly right. I did not understand, but I immediately started guessing what his cryptic message could mean. Then, a few moments later, he added, as if to clarify: “You see, bees make honey.”