Only Now Have I Finally Realized That

Sometimes During The Day, I Consciously Focus On Some Ordinary Object And Allow Myself A Momentary "paying-attention." This Paying-attention Gives Meaning To My Life. I Don't Know Who It Was, But Someone Said That Careful Attention Paid To Anything Is A Window Into The Universe. Pausing To Think This Way, Even For A Brief Moment, Is Very Important. It Gives Quality To My Day.

What I Notice Is That Every Adult Or Child I Give A New Set Of Crayolas To Goes A Little Funny. The Kids Smile, Get A Glazed Look On Their Faces, Pour The Crayons Out, And Just Look At Them For A While....the Adults Always Get The Most Wonderful Kind Of Sheepish Smile On Their Faces--a Mixture Of Delight And Nostalgia And Silliness. And They Immediately Start Telling You About All Their Experiences With Crayolas.

Anything Can Happen. The Great Banana Peel Of Existence Is Always On The Floor Somewhere.

Manuals Have Their Uses ... But They Are Not To Be Confused With Living.

So You Drive As Far As You Can, Even When You Can Clearly Read The Sign. You Want To Think You Are Exempt, That It Doesn’t Apply To You. But It Does. Life Is Still A Dead End. And We Still Have A Hard Time Believing It