I didn't need to read anything else. In one word I understood exactly what it was saying. But even more meaningful was what it wasn't saying. I'm not an eco-activist by any stretch of the imagination, but I do think about the kind of world my boys will live in when I'm gone.
What if we used less words more often?
A single word. It didn't condemn me, or make me feel guilty or defensive. By not saying more it did.
What if we got back to basics and just said what we really meant--instead of using the right kinds of lingo and abbreviations?
What if we left more room for intepretation?
I'll stop here in the spirit of this message. Maybe I can find a way to inject this thinking into what I do for a living. If not, I can always apply it to life.
