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158 pages, Paperback
First published April 28, 1982
"Things just happen in the right way, at the right time. At least when you let them, when you work with circumstances instead of saying, 'This isn't supposed to be happening this way,' and trying harder to make it happen some other way."
"The play-it-safe pessimists of the world never accomplish much of anything, because they don't look clearly and objectively at situations, they don't recognize or believe in their own abilities to overcome even the smallest amount of risk."
"One disease, long life; no disease, short life."
“The wise know their limitations; the foolish do not.”
"Do you really want to be happy? You can begin by being appreciative of who you are and what you've got."
“To attain knowledge add things everyday. To attain wisdom remove things everyday.”
The Confusionist, Dessicated Scholar is one who studies Knowledge for the sake of Knowledge, and who keeps what he learns to himself or his own small group, writing pompous and pretentious papers that no one else can understand, rather than working for the enlightenment of others.
… and one sometimes gets the impression that those intimidating words are there to keep us from understanding. That way, the scholars can appear Superior, and will not likely be suspected of Not Knowing Something. After all, from the scholarly point of view, it’s practically a crime not to know everything.
But sometimes the knowledge of the scholar is a bit hard to understand because it doesn’t seem to match up with our own experience of things. In other words, Knowledge and Experience do not necessarily speak the same language. But isn’t the knowledge that comes from experience more valuable than the knowledge that doesn’t?
“Well, you could be spending your time getting Educated by listening to the Radio, instead,” I said.
“That thing?”
“Certainly. How else will you know what’s going on in the world?” I said.
“By going outside,” said Pooh.
“Er … well….” (Click.) “Now just listen to this, Pooh.”
“Thirty thousand people were killed today when five jumbo airliners collided over downtown Los Angeles…,” the Radio announced.
“What does that tell you about the world?” asked Pooh.
“Hmm. You’re right.” (Click.)
“What are the birds saying now?” I asked.
“That it’s a nice day,” said Pooh.
"While Eeyore frets
... and Piglet hesitates
... and Rabbit calculates
... and Owl pontificates
... Pooh just is.”