My dear, Thinking about what they could do if they just had a little more, thinking about what they could stop doing if they just had a little more, and thinking about, and thinking about, and thinking about… always about money. How about we voyage to the middle of the two extremes and see how life there turns out for us? Falsely yours, Aaron...

My dear, … Verbally that is. They do it, by simply being. By simply doing their everyday routines of being who they are, a good person to serve and be around. A good customer does not seek recognition. (But deserves it.) Falsely yours, Aaron...

My dear, Pull the poets away from their poetry, the scientists from their science, the businessmen from their business, and the lawyers from their law. Pull them away, far away, give them the distance they require from their works. Let them see the big picture. Pull the admirers away from their fields, let them see that sometimes love is what destroys the relationship. Falsely yours, Aaron...

My dear, The business of America is to make us all white rabbits who are always late, always late, for very important dates. The business of America is to make us the hare and not the turtle. The business of America is to make us move so fast that the air-friction rubs us down and makes us numb. The business of America is to move, move, move. Falsely yours, Aaron...