Academic journal article Anglican Theological Review


Academic journal article Anglican Theological Review


Article excerpt

Late Summer, when the bumblebees begin to die,

You'll see them clinging to the petals of a flower

For dear life-or at least it seems so to an eye

Untrained in entomology. They've had their hour,

Have likely reproduced authentic replicas,

And now are caught in the inanimate repose

They've earned by simply doing everything that was

Expected of them. No one living really knows

What colors stain the Umwelt of a bumblebee,

Or what compelling fragrance draws it to the nectar

Of which it drinks. The more complex reality

That human beings navigate-a private sector

Bound up with social threads-is plagued by states of mind

Which naturally arise inside a primate brain:

Perfunctory regret, and motive ill-defined;

The fear of losing hope, and existential pain. …

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