I have about 17 different types of monofloral honey right now, lol. Coriander is my favorite, and I don't really like carrot honey.

I'm awesome.

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You would probably want to Google monofloral honey, but I can't say I've seen a dandelion monofloral....yet.

However, I make dandelion jelly from my dandelions in the yard, and it tastes just like honey. It's exquisite. I will probably make some in the next week because they're blooming!

Use them anyway; I do.

But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into “I,” and cuts you off forever from the “we.”"

If you who own the things people must have could understand this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate causes from results, if you could know that Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin, were results, not causes, you might survive.

The night draws down. The baby has a cold. Here, take this blanket. It’s wool. It was my mother’s blanket—take it for the baby. This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning—from “I” to “we.”

The two men squatting in a ditch, the little fire, the side-meat stewing in a single pot, the silent, stone-eyed women; behind, the children listening with their souls to words their minds do not understand.

And from this first “we” there grows a still more dangerous thing: “I have a little food” plus “I have none.” If from this problem the sum is “We have a little food,” the thing is on its way, the movement has direction. Only a little multiplication now, and this land, this tractor are ours.

For here “I lost my land” is changed; a cell is split and from its splitting grows the thing you hate—”We lost our land.” The danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and perplexed as one.

The two men squat on their hams and the women and children listen.Here is the node, you who hate change and fear revolution. Keep these two squatting men apart; make them hate, fear, suspect each other. Here is the anlage of the thing you fear. This is the zygote.