Please, don’t bother me with the man-made stuff of the
world. Politics, for instance. And I can
do without cell phones and television and fast food. And oh, yes, bureaucracies.
Just give me more of the natural world. And less of the unnatural. I don’t even
need a computer or a typewriter. I’ll
write longhand. Scribbling with pencil and paper. Or better yet, by drawing on
cave walls. I know. I know. I’m addicted
to many modern conveniences. But hey, allow me to go into recovery. So that I
can live like in days of old. In a remote corner of the world. Come to think of
it. That’s exactly where I am now. In a
far-flung corner of the cosmos. Living in ignorance. Saved only by my imagination. --Jim Broede
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