Side Door

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

A young lad asked his grandfather about the nature of “disappointment,” and was told a story about a boy who sought the advice of a famous wise man regarding the 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.”  Afterwards, the grandson said, “So, that about wraps it up, eh Gramps?”  “Yeah kid, that about does it.”

I still kinda like this one guy's 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 as intelligence and insight, rest easy, you're still in the City.

A Revolutionist has no return address.

J.