My words have no relevance or meaning unless strung together. They do not stand (or sit) on their own. Nothing does. Our words, thoughts, actions are only relevant in relationship and their meaning only applicable to the apparatus receiving them. To each their own.
To the struggling bee I offer my condolences which fall on deaf ears. My actions too seem irrelevent, even harmful, despite my best attempts. What am I to do? Just watch it struggle? End its misery? Pretend not to care?
Why do I care? What is my care made up of? Kindness, compassion, empathy… these are just words. What if my care is made up of a sense of superiority? What if its all worry, doubt, and fear?
Why do I care?