“If you place
in a bottle half a dozen bees and the same number of flies, and lay the bottle
horizontally, with its base [the closed end] to the window, you will find that
the bees will persist, till they die of exhaustion or hunger, in their endeavor
to discover an [opening] through the glass; while the flies, in less than two
minutes, will all have sallied forth through the open neck on the opposite
side…
It is [the
bees] love of flight, it is their very intelligence, that is their undoing in
this experiment. They evidently imagine that the issue from every prison must
be where the light shines clearest; and they act in accordance, and persist in
too-logical action.
To [bees]
glass is a supernatural mystery… and, the greater their intelligence, the more
inadmissible, more incomprehensible, will the strange obstacle appear. Whereas
the feather-brained flies, careless of logic… flutter wildly hither and
thither, and meeting the good fortune that often waits on the simple…
necessarily end up by discovering the friendly opening that restores their
liberty to them.”
(Gordon Siu)
Thanks to Henry Mintzberg for referring me to this story