We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don’t allow our bodies to heal, and we don’t allow our minds and hearts to heal.
As the archaeology of our thought easily shows, man is an invention of recent date. And one perhaps nearing its end.
He puts his right hand lightly on the cup, I put my left, leaving the right free to transcribe, and away we go. We get, oh, 500 to 600 words an hour. Better than gasoline.
If we chew every morsel of our food, in that way we become grateful, and when you are grateful, you are happy.
The compulsion to do good is an innate American trait. Only North Americans seem to believe that they always should, may, and actually can choose somebody with whom to share their blessings. Ultimately this attitude leads to bombing people into the acceptance of gifts.
I must stress here the point that I appreciate clarity, order, meaning, structure, rationality: they are necessary to whatever provisional stability we have, and they can be the agents of gradual and successful change.
In 1890, nearly everyone died on the job, and if they lived long enough not to die on the job, the average age of retirement was 85.
Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.
Comedians don’t laugh. They’re too busy analyzing why it’s funny or not.
Knowing some Greek helped defuse forbidding words – not that I counted much on using them. You’ll find only trace elements of this language in the poem.