“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”
Maurice Sendak, author of Where the Wild Things Are (via cyparissus)
None of which is news to me, but people constantly seem surprised at the patently obvious.
I don’t find this depressing at all; to me it seems like it points to a clear solution for the problem we see. It is also suggestive of solutions for things like Global warming deniers, Jesus-freaks, and “No, really, I’m not a racist! I have that one black friend-I invite him along when we go out for ribs!”
Now all I need is a 9-iron and Glenn Beck’s address…