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What doesn't kill you

There was a time when we looked askance at granola crunchers who wore Birkenstocks and socks--they made some effort at respectability even then--but that's all in the past now.  Somehow Nietzsche became new age, and Robert Louis Stevenson a herald from Ecclesiastes.

If you read the side of a Sleepytime tea box, you'll see a quote from Nitch to the effect that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.  So you are meant to sip at your Sleepytime--careful not to let anything slip or drip between the cup and the lip--and therewith drain the day of all ambition, comforting your gray hairs with the realization that you have addressed stress effectively and somehow survived the yoga stretch.
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Not to be forgotten in this context is Nature's Path Pumpkin Flax Granola, which features, on an inside flap a quote from Robert Louis Stevenson--Don't judge a day by how much you reap, but by how many seeds you sew/  Somehow Stevenson is broadcasting for the New Age variation on the Canadian Bible Society theme.  As you sow, so ye shall reap.
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Seeds come in all shapes and sizes.  The Bible Society collects cancelled stamps it sells onwards to collectors.  Ten pounds of used postage buys 6 Bibles for their prison ministry.
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Write on, write on, write on.  Have you seen a movie lately.  You're sure going to get a surprise.  Wish I could find that song--some search engine some day.

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