ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED IN KINDERGARTEN
Maybe we should develop a crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb.And everytime a crisis developed, we would launch one first- before we tried anything else. It would explode high in the air- explode softly- and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth- boxes of crayolas. And we would'nt go cheap, either-not little boxes of eight.Boxes of sixty -four,with the sharpener built right in.With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest.And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination instead of death. A child who touched one wouldn't have his hand blown off.
Guess that sounds absurd, doesn't it? A bit dumb. Crazy and silly and weird.
Let me be clear about this. When i consider the horrible things we have developed at horrifying expense to drop out of the sky, and when i think about what those weapons will do-well, then, i'm not confused about what's weird and crazy and absurd.And i'm not confused about the lack of, or the need for, imagination in low or high places. We could do better. We must do better.
There are far worse things to drop on people than crayola.
ROBERT FULGHUM