You Feel Like An Ant Contemplating Chicago.

I Am A Fragment Of A Mirror Whose Whole Design And Shape I Do Not Know. Nevertheless, With What I Have - I Can Reflect Light Into The Dark Places Of This World - Into The Black Places In The Hearts Of Men - And Change Somethings In Some People. Perhaps Others May See And Do Likewise. This Is What I Am About. This Is The Meaning Of My Life.

I Often Say That I Don't Worry About The Meaning Of Life-i Can't Handle That Big Stuff. What Concerns Me Is The Meaning In Life-day By Day, Hour By Hour, While I'm Doing Whatever It Is I Do. What Counts Is Not What I Do, But How I Think About Myself While I'm Doing It.

Everything We Can Imagine Becomes Real.

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.

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.