Golden Bees of Chrysolakkos
Last night as I lay sleeping, I dreamt
O, marvellous error —
That there was a beehive here inside my heart
And the golden bees were making white combs
And sweet honey from all my failures
Machado de Assis
This has been the background of much of my work. All human activity is flawed ... it is by intimacy with the flaw that we discern our real humanity and our real connection with divine inspiration.
Leonard Cohen