A Clever Mind Is Not

A Clever Mind Is Not A Heart. Knowledge Doesn't Really Care, Wisdom Does.

The Eeyore Educational System Sees Childhood As A Waste Of Time, A Luxury That Society Cannot Afford . . . Put Children In School At The Earliest Age Possible; Load Them Down With Homework; Take Away Their Time, Their Creativity, Their Play, Their Power; Then Plug Them Into Machines.

The Christmas Presents Once Opened Are Not So Much Fun As They Were While We Were In The Process Of Examining, Lifting, Shaking, Thinking About, And Opening Them. Three Hundred Sixty-five Days Later, We Try Again And Find That The Same Thing Has Happened. Each Time The Goal Is Reached, It Becomes Not So Much Fun, And We're Off To Reach The Next One, Then The Next One, Then The Next.

By The Time It Came To The Edge Of The Forest, The Stream Had Grown Up, So That It Was Almost A River, And, Being Grown-up, It Did Not Run And Jump And Sparkle Along As It Used To Do When It Was Younger, But Moved Slowly. For It Knew Now Where It Was Going, And It Said To Itself, There Is No Hurry. We Shall Get There Some Day.

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.