Even If Your Watch Is Full Of

Everything We Can Imagine Becomes Real.

Life Is. I Am. Anything Might Happen.

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.

Maybe We Should Develop A Crayola Bomb As Our Next Secret Weapon. A Happiness Weapon. A Beauty Bomb. And Every Time A Crisis Developed, We Would Launch One. And People Would Smile And Get A Little Funny Look On Their Faces And Cover The World With Imagination.

We Are The Only Creatures That Both Laugh And Weep. I Think It's Because We Are The Only Creatures That See The Difference Between The Way Things Are And The Way They Might Be.