Honeybee genetically to feed it's hunger runs from one flower to other and collects honey but it does not know that during her course of action , inadvertently it has cross-pollinated a thousand of flowers and again the honey gathered and saved in hives has been stolen by animals and men for their use . moreover a very well organized family has been disciplined for the objective . how many more targets are being fulfilled by /through the life of Honeybee is yet to be discovered . this is INFINITE WISDOM ,
The same way ; we the men with our instincts (biological /genetic urges ) try to feed our hunger , then sex , then children , then family-needs as cloth and shelter and then ; earn honey/money and then ; do right-wrongs and then commit fare- fowl and then ; have pain pleasure and then ; weep and laugh and ultimately life comes to end with all plus and minus that is equal . we lead our lives to feed , fulfill our instinctual needs and urges but who knows , how many more objects have been targeted and exacted through like that of honeybee.
This it what Lord Krishna says in Gita '' work incessantly and do not wait the result because the result is not in your hand and not known to you as it may be multifarious known best to INFINITE WIT /NATURE /GOD / . your choice is only in action not in result or reward as it is multifarious ,that is all well that ends well '
Therefore do not try to know the objective of your work or action but act in your field of life . do your duty with all your might and mind and be assured the result is all right .
Read the following lines of S.T.Coleridge in '' Work Without Hope'' and compare .
''All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair --
The bees are stirring -- birds are on the wing -And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.'' -
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