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            So you would like to be your own boss.  So would we all.  “If T could be on my own I know I’d be harry”  Dream on!

            There’s a story o f a bee who mot bit by that same bug of independence.  He flew into somebody’s house by mistake once, and the folk who lived there saw him on the window pane.  And, for the purpose of the story, they began to discuss bees.  Then he found out.  He found out that he was a worker-bee, born to be under authority all his life, and would never be anything else.  He flew back to the hive, mad as a hornet, and got his fellow-bees to rebel and fly out for themselves and establish their own colony. Well, they fell to quarreling over who would be boss, and got nowhere.  In the thick of it, our little bee left in disgust ran into an older bee, and decided to live with HIM.  “Who’ll be the boss?” asked the older bee.  “Why YOU - you’re the wiser.”  “And who’ll be the worker?” asked the older bee.  “Why ME – I’m the stronger.”  And then he saw right away how things stood.  He was right back where he startled from.  So they both decided to go back to the hive and let the queen bee rule the roost, which was the way God, had. planned it.

            Everybody answers to some authority.  Nobody is, in the long run, his own boss.

            When you stop answering to your elders, you will start answering to a boss, who is answering to a boss, who is answering to a boss, who is answering to the top boss in the outfit, who is answering to his power and money, for if he does not behave in a certain way he will lose both.  And everybody, in the end, is answering to God.

Sometimes I Feel Like A Blob, Ethel Barrett, pages 83, 84