As if separated by a protective membrane that divides, isolates and repairs. We’re born into the hive of life not knowing whether we’ll be called upon to be workers, drones or the queen bee, and fly forth with hope, in search of the finest flowers, aspiring to produce as much as we can, in a continual, unceasing search to improve, perhaps to earn the crown one day. And then there are those who sit back and admire the scenery, because they know they’re destined for glory, and that – come what may – the honey will be just as sweet…ssshhh! Don’t let on!