I Have Come To Think That One

The Only Person Who Cannot Be Helped Is That Person Who Blames Others.

No Other Person's Ideas, And None Of My Own Ideas, Are As Authoritative As My Experience.

Both The Young And The Old Are Almost Completely Useless In Our Modern Society, And Are Made Keenly Aware Of That Uselessness. They Have No Place. They Are Private, Isolated - And Hopeless.

I Hear The Words, The Thoughts, The Feeling Tones, The Personal Meaning, Even The Meaning That Is Below The Conscious Intent Of The Speaker. Sometimes Too, In A Message Which Superficially Is Not Very Important, I Hear A Deep Human Cry That Lies Buried And Unknown Far Below The Surface Of The Person. So I Have Learned To Ask Myself, Can I Hear The Sounds And Sense The Shape Of This Other Person's Inner World? Can I Resonate To What He Is Saying So Deeply That I Sense The Meanings He Is Afraid Of, Yet Would Like To Communicate, As Well As Those He Knows?

The Action Of The Child Inventing A New Game With His Playmates; Einstein Formulating A Theory Of Relativity; The Housewife Devising A New Sauce For The Meat, A Young Author Writing His First Novel; All Of These Are In Terms Of Definition, Creative, And There Is No Attempt To Set Them In Some Order Of More Or Less Creative.