The Way of a Simpleton

Well, since my last post I have blown my nose roughly 850 times, consumed about a gross of those yucky cough drops and a gallon or two of cold medicine. I have also wheezed and hacked and snored my way through several sleepless nights (at least sleepless for Suzanne). Now she has it too. I guess we share everything. Anyway, sorry to fall behind.

I've been reading Robert Fulghum's "Words I Wish I Wrote." I came across some remarkable lines from an unlikely source. See what you think.

Everyone says that my way of life is the way of a simpleton.
Being largely the way of a simpleton is what makes it worth while.
If it were not the way of a simpleton
It would long ago have been worthless.
These possessions of a simpleton being the three I choose
And cherish:
To care,
To be fair,
To be humble.
When a man cares he is unafraid,
When he is fair he leaves enough for others,
When he is humble he can grow;
Whereas if, like men of today, he be bold without caring,
Self-indulgent without sharing,
Self-important without shame,
He is dead.
The invincible shield
Of caring
Is a weapon from the sky
Against being dead.

(Lao-Tzu, "Tao Te Ching")