A Love Letter
“You say you love me, but sometimes you don’t show it. In the beginning you couldn’t do enough for me. Now you seem to take me for granted. Some days I even wonder if I mean anything at all to you. Maybe when I’m gone you’ll appreciate me and all the things I do for you. I’m responsible for getting food on your table, for your clean shirt, for the welfare of your children… a thousand and one things you want and need. Why, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even have a car. I’ve kept quiet and waited to see how long it would take for you to realize how much you really need me. Cherish me, take care of me and I’ll continue to take good care of you. Who am I? I am your job.”— Tool and Die Institute
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Silence
The sign ‘Silence!’ in a hospital shields the quiet mysterious knitting up of bodies and nerves. ‘Silence!’ in a radio station safeguards a delicately tuned traffic with infinite space. In a library, ‘Silence!’ whispers of the deep communion of mind with mind, the calm flowering of thought. Thus does silence speak of healing, of messages from space, and of the distilling of wisdom.
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