Pseudo-Lucian Halcyon 7

[7] Moreover, many things that are impossible to others are easy to you and me and hosts of men like us, and even the arts of flute-playing and reading and writing are more impossible to the uninstructed, until they learn them, than making birds into women or women into birds. Nature, we may say, deposits a footless, wingless creature in the honey-comb. Then she sets it upon feet, and gives it wings, and makes it bright with the bravery of many varying colors, and lo! it is a bee, a clever maker of honey fit for the gods. And from voiceless, lifeless eggs she forms all sorts of flying and walking and swimming creatures, employing, as some hold, divine arts of the boundless air.