If Someone Were To Ask Me Whether

Every Person Passing Through This Life Will Unknowingly Leave Something And Take Something Away. Most Of This “something” Cannot Be Seen Or Heard Or Numbered Or Scientifically Detected Or Counted. It’s What We Leave In The Minds Of Other People And What They Leave In Ours. Memory. The Census Doesn’t Count It. Nothing Counts Without It.

I Don't Think There Is A Hidden Purpose To The Universe That You Have To Puzzle Out.

It Is The Chair In Honor Of All Those Who, However Competently, Embrace The Impossible. Sit In That Chair Someday.

Think What A Better World It Would Be If We All - The Whole World - Had Cookies And Milk About Three O'clock Every Afternoon And Then Lay Down With Our Blankies For A Nap. Or If All Governments Had As A Basic Policy To Always Put Things Back Where They Found Them And To Clean Up Their Own Mess. And It Is Still True, No Matter How Old You Are - When You Go Out Into The World, It Is Best To Hold Hands And Stick Together.

One Of The Very Few Reasons I Had Any Respect For My Mother When I Was Thirteen Was Because She Would Reach Into The Sink With Her Bare Hands - Bare Hands - And Pick Up That Lethal Gunk And Drop It Into The Garbage. To Top That, I Saw Her Reach Into The Wet Garbage Bag And Fish Around In There Looking For A Lost Teaspoon. Bare Hands - A Kind Of Mad Courage.