Everyone must leave something behind when he dies. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. Grandfather's been dead for all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find he big ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said earlier, he was a sculptor.That Ray Bradbury, he's a smart man. Yet he didn't make it on the 100 Top Books list? Strange, that.
Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that, shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Yeah, What He Said
I used to collect quotes. I just don't have time for it anymore. But in my reminiscing through computer files, I found this and it resonated.