I Think, Therefore I Am Confused.

It's Not Surprising, Therefore, That The [bisy] Backson Thinks Of Progress In Terms Of Fighting And Overcoming. One Of His Little Idiosyncrasies, You Might Say. Of Course, Real Progress Involves Growing And Developing, Which Involves Changing Inside, But That's Something The Inflexible Backson Is Unwilling To Do.

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.

Whether Many People Realize It Yet Or Not, Man, The Inferior Animal, Has By Now Proved Himself Incapable Of Keeping His Own Species - And Others - Alive For Very Much Longer. So The Earth Has Begun Its Own Plan To Set Things Right.

When You Discard Arrogance, Complexity, And A Few Other Things That Get In The Way, Sooner Or Later You Will Discover That Simple, Childlike, And Mysterious Secret Known To Those Of The Uncarved Block: Life Is Fun.

The Christmas Presents Once Opened Are Not So Much Fun As They Were While We Were In The Process Of Examining, Lifting, Shaking, Thinking About, And Opening Them. Three Hundred Sixty-five Days Later, We Try Again And Find That The Same Thing Has Happened. Each Time The Goal Is Reached, It Becomes Not So Much Fun, And We're Off To Reach The Next One, Then The Next One, Then The Next.