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.

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.

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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Animals and aliens

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Of course she's not a true red

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