A Bee, a Dog, and a Man were looking at a flower.
"Isn't that beautiful," said the Bee. It's such a pretty shade of violet.”
"That’s not violet," said the Man. “It’s yellow. Are you blind?"
"Is that yellow?” asked the Dog. “I’ve always called it ‘gray.’”
Bee: But it IS a flower, right?
Man: Yep.
Dog: Yep.
Bee: And I can still get pollen from it, right?
Man: I guess so.
Dog: I guess so.
Bee: So what does it matter what color it is?
Man: Because you’re missing the full beauty it has to offer.
Dog: What’s ‘violet’?
Bee: But I’m incapable of seeing it any other way.
Man: So am I.
Dog: So am I.
Bee: And I have to see it this way in order to find it and collect my pollen.
Man: And I have to see it this way in order to coordinate it with my garden.
Dog: I wish I could see it either way.
Then an Ant joined them and said, “What are you all talking about?”
“The nature of this flower,” said the Bee.
“Why, that’s not a flower,” said the Ant. “That’s a tree.”
[2013-11-19]
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