Jacob , standing at the open hive-top, as  abeille  fill the  air  around his  voile . He appears to be either in or out of thought. Neither here nor there. Not this, not that. Anyway, all around him, the  air  is there. And so he goes through this minute, or second, or tiny time without measure.     Quand j'étais parmi mes abeilles mésopotamiennes, je pensais toujours à combien les choses avaient changé.