*image by Ben Harubin

 

In the City:
Everyone has a Garbage door.

 

A young lad asked his grandfather about the nature of “disappointment,” and
was told a story about a boy who sought advice of a famous wise man regarding
this same question, and was told to constantly look up into the depths of the
heavens and ponder how “unimportant” he and his little disappointments were
on the “great universal scale,” and after six or eight fruitless days of this pursuit
the boy suddenly thought,
“Hey, regardless of all that philosophical stuff I’m still important to ME!”
After a moment the grandson sez, “So, that about wraps
it up, eh Gramps?” “Yeah kid, that about does it.”

I still kinda like this one guys motto: He used to say,
“Do all you can when you can, then later, perhaps do nothing.”

As long as you see indignation safely passed off s intelligence and insight,
rest easy, you’re still in the City.

A Real Revolutionist has no return address.

 

Everyone has a garbage door; a side egress through which to dispatch stuff
to the refuse heap. And the door is named “talk.”