Well, It Takes All Kinds To Make

There Was A Man That Hated His Footprints And His Shadow, So One Day He Thought That If He Ran Fast Enough, His Footprints And Shadow Would Not Be Able To Follow Him And Then He Never Ever Had To Look At Them Again. He Ran And He Ran As Fast As He Could, But The Shadow And The Footprints Had No Problems Keeping Up To Him. And He Ran Even Faster And All Of A Sudden He Fell Dead To The Ground. But If He Been Standing Still There Hadn't Been Any Footprints And If He Had Been Resting Under A Tree His Shadow Had Been Swallowed Of The Trees Shadow.

"when You Wake Up In The Morning, Pooh," Said Piglet At Last, "what's The First Thing You Say To Yourself?" "what's For Breakfast?" Said Pooh. "what Do You Say, Piglet?" "i Say, I Wonder What's Going To Happen Exciting Today?" Said Piglet . Pooh Nodded Thoughtfully. "it's The Same Thing," He Said. "what's That?" The Unbeliever Asked. "wisdom From The Western Taoist,"i Said. "it Sounds Like Something From Winnie-the-pooh," He Said. "it Is," I Said. "that's Not About Taoism," He Said. "oh, Yes It Is," I Said.

One Sometimes Gets The Impression That Those Intimidating Words Are There To Keep Us From Understanding. That Way, The Scholars Can Appear Superior, And Will Not Likely Be Suspected Of Not Knowing Something.

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.

The Main Problem With This Great Obsession For Saving Time Is Very Simple: You Can't Save Time. You Can Only Spend It. But You Can Spend It Wisely Or Foolishly.