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Later, when the young zen photosopher was leaving the garden of the palace, he was wondering why humans wouldn't accept that there was more than man and woman to make a child. A big bee gently surrounded his camera, attracted by a yellow and red sticker. 'So you are also a photographic bee?', asked the young zen photosopher.

The bee wouldn't answer inmediately, totally attracted to the colors of the sticker. But some hours later, when talking to another photosophic bee, she would comment that she nearly found the Imaginary Almond Flower.

"I was just flying around some moving tree, when I sensed the Imaginary Almond Flower very close. I landed under great difficulties on a contrasty spot, but couldn't go further or closer. To me, the Imaginary Almond Flower was just below me."

Another bee, amused by the ideas of her collegue, started to laugh. "I know what you mean. But don't worry, you are not sensing the Imaginary Almond Flower. You were just close to a captured moment of her. Many walking trees produce this rare flower, but only moments of her."

"You mean that they have learned to talk to time?", the first bee asked moving antenaes with surprise.

"No, they are slowly learning to understand that there is always time for birth, even in winter, even when it's raining. Time is birth, and life always expands time, as any bee knows. Doesn't matter if the sun is shining or not, those who know just wait to awake again."

The little bee couldn't believe that walking trees would try to capture a moment. She felt pity for them, as an existence based on a moment would need a lot of opium flowers to be bearable.

At home, the young zen photosopher definitely said goodbye to whiskey and other drugs. His latest encounters with flying beeings had left some strange flavour of little schoolkid among comprehending masters.

It is told, that from this very moment he would sleep at night and get born each and every morning.