We Simply Need To Believe

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.

But Down Through The Centuries, Man Has Developed A Mind That Separates Him From The World Of Reality, The World Of Natural Laws. This Mind Tries Too Hard, Wears Itself Out, And Ends Up Weak And Sloppy. Such A Mind, Even If Of High Intelligence, Is Inefficient. It Drives Down The Street In A Fast-moving Car And Thinks Its At The Store, Going Over A Grocery List. Then It Wonders Why Accidents Occur.

The Wise Know Their Limitations; The Foolish Do Not.

There Are Things About Ourselves That We Need To Get Rid Of; There Are Things We Need To Change. But At The Same Time, We Do Not Need To Be Too Desperate, Too Ruthless, Too Combative. Along The Way To Usefulness And Happiness, Many Of Those Things Will Change Themselves, And The Others Can Be Worked On As We Go. The First Thing We Need To Do Is Recognize And Trust Our Own Inner Nature, And Not Lose Sight Of It.

While Eeyore Frets ... ... And Piglet Hesitates ... And Rabbit Calculates ... And Owl Pontificates ...pooh Just Is.