simplicity

THE Hunter and the Bear . . . The Sory of a Perfect Compromise The hunter sighted his quarry, and raised his rifle to fire. The bear, raising a paw, said, "Now just a minute friend; can't we talk this over like two rational, intelligent, progressive beings?" The hunter lowered his gun, and scratching his head replied, "What's to talk over?" "Well", said the bear, "for example, what do you want to shoot me for?" "That's very simple. I want a bearskin coat". "And I," said the bear, "merely want a good breakfast. Let's sit down together, I'm sure we can reach a common point of view that will satisfy us both". So they sat down together to work out an agreement. After a time the bear got up all alone. They had reached a compromise. The bear had his breakfast; the hunter had on his fur coat. You know where the hunter was. He was eaten alive by his compromise position. You will be eaten alive also, if you sacrifice your principles for any reason. THE END DOES NOT JUSTIFY THE MEANS.

Boggies are an unattractive but annoying people whose numbers have increased rather precipitously since the bottom fell out of the fairy-tale market. Slow and sullen, and yet dull, they prefer to lead simple lives of pastoral squalor. They don't like machines more complicated than a garotte, a blackjack, or a luger, and they have always been shy of the 'big folk' or 'biggers' as they call us. As a rule they avoid us, except on rare occasions when a hundred or so will get together to dry-gulch a lone farmer or hunter. They seldom exceed three feet in height, but are fully capable of overpowering creatures half their size when they get the drop on them. . . . Their beginnings lie far back in the Good Ole Days when the planet was populated with the kind of colorful creatures you have to drink a quart of Old Overcoat to see nowadays.

All answers are basically simple.

Communication is something so simple and difficult that we can never put it in simple words.

Quick now, here now, always- A condition of complete simplicity (costing not less than everything) And all shall be well All manner of things shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and rose are one.

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

A Child This Day Is Born A child this day is born, A child of high renown, Most worthy of a sceptre, A sceptre and a crown: Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, sing all we may, Because the King of all kings Was born this blessed day. These tidings shepherds heard, In field watching their fold, Were by an angel unto them That night revealed and told: To whom the angel spoke, Saying, "Be not afraid; Be glad, poor silly* shepherds- Why are you so dismayed? "For lo! I bring you tidings Of gladness and of mirth, Which cometh to all people by This holy infant's birth": Then there was with the angel A host incontinent† Of heavenly bright soldiers, Which from the Highest was sent: Lauding the Lord our God, And His celestial King; All glory be in Paradise, This heavenly host did sing: And as the angels told them, So to them did appear; They found the young child, Jesus Christ, With Mary, His mother dear. *Simple. †Innumerable.

The simple act of paying positive attention to people has a great deal to do with productivity.

Life is pretty simple: You do some stuff. Most fails. Some works. You do more of what works. If it works big, others quickly copy it. Then you do something else. The trick is the doing something else.

Two translations: For we are lovers of the beautiful, yet simple in our tastes, and we cultivate the mind without loss of manliness. We are lovers of beauty without extravagance, and lovers of wisdom without unmanliness.