The Wind, One Brilliant Day The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odour of jasmine. "In return for the odour of my jasmine, I'd like all the odour of your roses." "I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead." "Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain." The wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?" (Antonio Machado)

The "Look" Symptom On television, in advertising, on the internet, in pop videos, in every corner of popular culture, men and women are being coerced into valuing themselves by what they look like. No one shows you the beauty of imperfection. No one teaches you the value of thought.

Never ... Go into somebody's #life, make them care, and then check out. No one should get to do that!

On Commercial Intimacy ... No one had shown him how to form a bond with another human being and he was searching for something that commercial intimacy was never going to provide...

What Do You Do? When your good deeds are punished? What's the remedy for kindness?