Take a look into the life of a bee.. One that lasts for a month.. You open your eyes, and you see the nurse bees you get taken care of till you grow.. then you're on your own You leave the hive; you buzz around and see the flowers; you feel happy. You get to work. Collect the nectar, then some more. And some more.. In the end, you go back to the hive. You make honey.. The cycle repeats... Leave, collect, return and make.. Till winter arrives.. you notice a month has passed since your birth. you feel.. cold.. weak.. you feel your life leave your small yellow and black body, you feel your wings clasp together.. you close your eyes.. feeling mother winter's cold air hit you as you fade and ultimately... this bee's life has ended... But again.. you see a bright light.. and you are brought into the world.. The cycle starts again.. You open your eyes.. and see... a kind figure.. a beautiful and gentle figure.. it calls out to you.. "Welcome to the world my child.." You are not a bee now. you are.. you again.. a human, a being that will live on. for years and years to come..