Allow yourself the satisfaction of savoring something so pure. Imagine: a colony of bees nurtured the honey tantalizing your mouth. Consider how you grew and developed through a similarly continuous period of nurturing. How your kin foraged among the flowers for you, and then you grew to forage for yourself. Thick, opaque globs of fear must have pooled in your gut when you finally left home, aware of time’s fragility. Can you recall how solitude tasted at first? If you yearned to prolong it. Or if suddenly, that home-feeling begged for your return?