The ground you walk onholds you up. The air you breathekeeps you alive, at least. Colors, sounds, smells,gather in abundancethat you could loveas you can imagine.Conditions must be copesetic.We want to pleasein interesting combinationsas long as it’s not too weirdand your daily needs are met.I wish I could explain a few things—how ants traverse such distances,how rainwater polarizes sunlight,how naming a thing can either liberate itor spoil it like botulism.I don’t know whybut knowing thingsis better than owning diamonds.We live in our headswhile in the physical worldthere’s too much work to do.It’s so hard to be braveor thrifty or reverent,and others strive to bother you,particularly telemarketersand makers of inferior productsbut let’s not get scientific.Advice of great teachersis not to be ignored or taken politely.Silly people deploy an army when all they really wantis to make a good impressionbut a small person like youcan see many things, inspire othersand, as a wholebelittle evils that few had thought could be belittled.