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Speed And Efficiency Do Not Always Increase The Quality Of Life.

Only An Open Mind Still Has Room For New Knowledge. What Is Outgrown And Used Up Must Be Discarded To Make Room For What Is Yet To Be Learned. And Much Of The Best Thinking Is Done Alone-in Deserts, On Beaches, In Bed, Behind Closed Doors. It Is Why We Say We Need To Get Away-to Escape From Clutter And Busyness-to Hear Ourselves Think.

I Often Say That I Don't Worry About The Meaning Of Life-i Can't Handle That Big Stuff. What Concerns Me Is The Meaning In Life-day By Day, Hour By Hour, While I'm Doing Whatever It Is I Do. What Counts Is Not What I Do, But How I Think About Myself While I'm Doing It.

An Artists Job Is To See. And To Go Out In The World And See It Firsthand, Just As It Is; To Report With Line And Words What Is Seen. To Be In The World, Not Just Study About The World, That Is The Artists Task

Sometimes During The Day, I Consciously Focus On Some Ordinary Object And Allow Myself A Momentary "paying-attention." This Paying-attention Gives Meaning To My Life. I Don't Know Who It Was, But Someone Said That Careful Attention Paid To Anything Is A Window Into The Universe. Pausing To Think This Way, Even For A Brief Moment, Is Very Important. It Gives Quality To My Day.