Where the bee sucks

Where the bee sucks, there suck I
In a cowslip’s bell I lie
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.’
[The Tempest, 5.1.88-94]

The damage of a calculating educational system digs its claws into an individual’s development, until even as ‘grownups’ we feel terribly guilty unless we can assure ourselves and everybody we meet that we are successful in working to serve the veritable insanity of ‘civilisation’ in a way that can be measured every moment of every day. Animals – flying, walking, swimming and crawling – find merry joy in the process of a life’s work in harmony with the flora and fauna, yet our vague and all-consuming notion of productivity means being directly destructive to Nature and everything that sustains it and us. We all suck where the bee sucks, and true freedom is the outlaw of modern ideals of worth – it doesn’t cost the earth, only requires that we remember to value our surroundings enough to find beauty in them and truth within ourselves.

Take Physic, Pomp!

Please Note:
Whilst ‘Academy’ is currently being twisted by a government forcing education to be ruled by economic rather than human logic we hope to uphold the true heritage and value of the word in the sense of academe/sacred grove/sharing of curiosity/love of wisdom/seeking of truth.


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