Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with their imagination.
War represents a vice that mankind would like to get rid of but which it cannot do without. Man is like an alcoholic who knows that drink will destroy him but who always has a reason for drinking. So with war.
This is an interesting coincidence. I have a post scheduled to go up tomorrow about coloring as a meditative activity. (Is meditative a word?)
ReplyDeleteI love this kind of synchronicity.
Just looking at that picture of fresh crayons is making me very happy!
ReplyDeleteHi, Ruth. Yes, meditative is a word! (I will look forward to your post.) And I agree, Roberta. Fresh crayons have always made me feel happy too.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I just added an update to this post - a Merton quote. This is the anniversary of his death.
Fresh crayons are very happy! I love Merton.
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