Initially, the Dionysian intoxication of insubmission was honey. From caves where bees were said to sweat honey. Like humans, when the heat turns their skin red and the ‘mania’ sweeps them away from the collective drive to conform. Manifesting itself as a dance of urgency in the amplexus, an urgent dance of a sexualised and multiform Dionysian entity, constantly mutating in its entrails, a revolt of the trees and the forest in silence, a transgression of convinced identities, a transgression of excluded third parties. ‘Honey Sweats and Death Will Have No Dominion’, 50 years after the 25th of April, treats dance as insubmission and the Dionysian revolution of Heterodoxy. So that the lesson of revolutions is not that nothing is learnt from revolutions because nothing in insurgency is already of the present and everything in the present frightens without frightening. HCC & JvMT