From the Grass Roots
TONIGHT I WATCHED a man walk smiling into the train--his whole face turned up, and he nodded reassuringly to those he escorted, and those he had left behind, and spoke with joy of the fine seats for four (all together!) that fortune had placed in their path. How easy and simple it is to be like that, really--when one contemplates the brevity, accident, and chaos of our lives, the little time we have to show gladness to one another, the multitude of small events whose significance is at least as often made of delight as of misery. Why not live with the good only active in our hearts? Why not?