Sameness Is What Marketers Want Us To

Let Me Tell You About The End Of The World. It Happened Fifty Years Ago. Maybe A Hundred. And Since Then It's Been Lovely. I Mean It. Nobody Tries To Bother You. You Can Relax. You Know What? I Like The End Of The World.

But The Toaster Was Quite Satisfied With Itself, Thank You. Though It Knew From Magazines That There Were Toasters Who Could Toast Four Slices At A Time, It Didn't Think That The Master, Who Lived Alone And Seemed To Have Few Friends, Would Have Wanted A Toaster Of Such Institutional Proportions. With Toast, It's Quality That Matters, Not Quantity.

For A Lot Of People, Poetry Tends To Be Dull. It's Not Read Much. It Takes A Special Kind Of Training And A Lot Of Practice To Read Poetry With Pleasure. It's Like Learning To Like Asparagus.

The Forest Stretched On Seemingly Forever With The Most Monotonous Predictability, Each Tree Just Like The Next - Trunk, Branches, Leaves; Trunk, Branches, Leaves. Of Course A Tree Would Have Taken A Different View Of The Matter. We All Tend To See The Way Others Are Alike And How We Differ, And It's Probably Just As Well We Do, Since That Prevents A Great Deal Of Confusion. But Perhaps We Should Remind Ourselves From Time To Time That Ours Is A Very Partial View, And That The World Is Full Of A Great Deal More Variety Than We Ever Manage To Take In.

Sometimes The Whole World Is Mud Luscious And Puddle Wonderful