Which is what most of our modern communications amount to, when you stop to think of it; chatter for the sake of chatter.
The universe is large, he thought. It contains multitudes. It also contains me, and in this moment I am wonderful. I have a right to be wonderful.
The human brain is finite – no more than a sponge of tissue inside a cage of bone – but the mind within the brain is infinite. Its storage capacity is colossal, its imaginative reach beyond our ability to comprehend. I think when a man or woman dies, a whole world falls to ruin – the world that person knew and believed in. Think of that, kiddo – billions of people on earth, and each one of those billions with a world inside. The earth their minds have conceived.
My grandmother used to say a person shouldn’t call out unless they want an answer. I’ve always thought that was good advice.
Henry Thoreau said that we don’t own things; things own us. Every new object – whether it’s a home, a car, a television, or a fancy phone like that one – is something more we must carry on our backs.
Free samples are fine, but if you give people too much for-free, whether it’s clothes or food or information, they come to expect it.