About Winning And Losing: It

The Indian Danced On Alone. The Crowd Clapped Up The Beat. The Indian Danced With A Chair. The Crowd Went Crazy. The Band Faded. The Crowd Cheered. The Indian Held Up His Hands For Silence As If To Make A Speech. Looking At The Band And Then The Crowd, The Indian Said, "well, What're You Waiting For? Let's Dance.

These Are The Things I Learned: Share Everything, Play Fair. Don't Hit People. Put Things Back Where You Found Them. Clean Up Your Own Mess. Don't Take Things That Aren't Yours. Say You're Sorry When You Hurt Somebody. Wash Your Hands Before You Eat. Warm Cookies And Cold Milk Are Good For You. Live A Balanced Life. Learn Some And Think Some And Draw Some And Paint And Sing And Dance And Play And Work Some Every Day. Take A Nap Every Afternoon, And, When You Go Out Into The World, Watch For Traffic, Hold Hands, And Stick Together.

For Thirty Years Now, In Times Of Stress And Strain, When Something Has Me Backed Against The Wall And I'm Ready To Do Something Really Stupid With My Anger, A Sorrowful Face Appears In My Mind And Asks... "problem Or Inconvenience?" I Think Of This As The Wollman Test Of Reality. Life Is Lumpy. And A Lump In The Oatmeal, A Lump In The Throat, And A Lump In The Breast Are Not The Same Lump. One Should Learn The Difference.

I Believe It Is In My Nature To Dance By Virtue Of The Beat Of My Heart, The Pulse Of My Blood And The Music In My Mind.

So You Drive As Far As You Can, Even When You Can Clearly Read The Sign. You Want To Think You Are Exempt, That It Doesn’t Apply To You. But It Does. Life Is Still A Dead End. And We Still Have A Hard Time Believing It