A Way Of Life That Keeps Saying

But Down Through The Centuries, Man Has Developed A Mind That Separates Him From The World Of Reality, The World Of Natural Laws. This Mind Tries Too Hard, Wears Itself Out, And Ends Up Weak And Sloppy. Such A Mind, Even If Of High Intelligence, Is Inefficient. It Drives Down The Street In A Fast-moving Car And Thinks Its At The Store, Going Over A Grocery List. Then It Wonders Why Accidents Occur.

The Honey Doesn't Taste So Good Once It Is Being Eaten; The Goal Doesn't Mean So Much Once It Is Reached; The Reward Is No So Rewarding Once It Has Been Given. If We Add Up All The Rewards In Our Lives, We Won't Have Very Much. But If We Add Up The Spaces *between* The Rewards, We'll Come Up With Quite A Bit. And If We Add Up The Rewards *and* The Spaces, Then We'll Have Everything - Every Minute Of The Time That We Spent.

Lots Of People Talk To Animals... Not Very Many Listen, Though... That's The Problem.

The Main Problem With This Great Obsession For Saving Time Is Very Simple: You Can't Save Time. You Can Only Spend It Wisely Or Foolishly. The Bisy Backson Has Practically No Time At All, Because He's Too Busy Wasting It By Trying To Save It. And By Trying To Save It, He Ends Up Wasting The Whole Thing.

I Think, Therefore I Am Confused.