What do you understand sacred to be, and why would you include the legal system in that category?
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What do you understand sacred to be, and why would you include the legal system in that category?
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In the wild, bees build their nest somewhat like an onion, with the brood in the center, and the honey accessible on the outside rings. The Rose hive method allows the queen to lay the brood in a more natural way. The slide deck is a good summary but there is more in the book.
You would probably enjoy reading the history of the Langstroth hive. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langstroth_hive#Hive_body_and_...
I, unfortunately, developed a severe bee-sting allergy, and can no longer put these ideas into practice. I anticipate that commercial beekeeping cannot sustain its current practices.
[1] https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18279124-the-rose-hive-m...
Fishing, for example, is not terrible when it's you and your dad with a rod and bait. But we have the technology to create ships that dredge the ocean and exterminate all life. The scale is the problem.
To borrow a phrase, quantity has a quality all its own.
The reality is that businesses hire attorneys to create a legal fiction that I and my peers are unqualified so that businesses that desire it can hire H-1B employees.
Shortages are, always and everywhere, a pricing phenomenon.
For my part, I choose to have a good attitude about work. I am grateful for the opportunity to work. I do the best I can so that I can be proud of how I have spent my life. But I would never expect any job or any work to provide me fulfillment or happiness.
When I say my mother searched for the moment, I mean she searched through tapes that had never been viewed from her archives.
I normally try to live my life in the spirit of XKCD 386, but I leave this response for the sake of clarification, to not discourage any future readers.
I was lying on the floor, contemplating a toy that had been hung above my head, when someone who was not one of my parents came to pick me up.
Years later, I told my mother about this. She then searched through the family film archive, and found the moment in question. The person who picked me up was my uncle.
This was not a film we had watched before, it came about because I was discussing with my mother our earliest memories.