Goodenough Gismo

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    This is the classic children's book, Goodenough Gismo, by Richmond I. Kelsey, published in 1948. Nearly unavailable in libraries and the collector's market, it is posted here with love as an "orphan work" so that it may be seen and appreciated -- and perhaps even republished, as it deserves to be. After you read this book, it won't surprise you to learn that Richmond Irwin Kelsey (1905-1987) was an accomplished artist, or that as Dick Kelsey, he was one of the great Disney art directors, breaking your heart with "Pinocchio," "Dumbo," and "Bambi."



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This four step process is easily shown to be incomplete at best.

Imagine a young man sitting down and working his way through the procedure. He tries many possibilities before he finally hits on something that makes him cry: "To be a professinal baseball player." He starts bawling like a small child with a skinned knee. But everyone knows there's no crying in baseball! This process needs work.

It'd work for the Olympics, though! :) That's almost a requirement for the medal podium.

Of course, he doesn't talk about the one that makes you cry because you want it but it's impossible, like Michelle Kwan's gold medal now will be. (Although, whaddaya bet someone, maybe even the IOC, is going to give her the gold-medal equivalent of an honorary doctorate or Lifetime Achievement Oscar?)

She, however, admitted that her true purpose was the joy and beauty of skating, and communicating them to an audience. This guy, too, is apparently aiming more for the purpose behind the purpose.

-- and never forget: there's no butt-slapping in the Olympics!

What Is My True Purpose In Life?

Make money.
Exercise power.
Get laid.
No, definitely money.
Eat pie . . . sob.

This may turn out to be one of the great comedy magnets of all time.

About a year ago - because it was given to us as a gift - Jeromy and I sat down to read "A Purpose Driven Life" out loud together. We didn't much care for the book or its evangelical message, so we only read the first five or six chapters. The exercise of reading together and discussing our reactions was wonderful, though. At one point, the book asks you to consider your purpose in life. My answers were all stereotypical: to raise a happy family of well-adjusted children, to live life fully, to learn to love unconditionally, etc. But Jeromy's answer made me cry: his purpose, he said, was to someday be a good grandfather, like the grandfather he had had, who seemed so capable of knowing and doing and answering and fixing everything - and always had the patience to let his grandkids help.

Oh, Amba, if only you knew what a heart-wrenching question that has been for me. For years, I've wrestled with the issues of ultimate purpose. I've read books, gone to seminars, prayed, sought the counsel of wise people.

But over the past months, things have started to resolve themselves more clearly. I'm feeling more settled on this, and that has given me a feeling of freedom, confidence, and joy.

I can now tell you that even though I love all Phocoenidae, my ultimate purpose is definitely Burmeister's.

I'll never live this one down, will I? What got into me -- the New Age Demon?

Amba,

I'm sorry. It actually was a good post. I just got locked into Emily Litella mode and let it take over.

PJ --

Burmeister's sounds like a beer!

Well, I wouldn't say beer is my purpose in life (although I could think of many worse ones). But since you mentioned it... please excuse me while I go home and enjoy one.

"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."

- Ben Franklin

I didn't try it, even though I really want to know. I don't think we each have just one purpose. Learning about love could be one purpose, but the same prerson could also have many others.

There are times when I think my reason for living is just to breath, just to experience what it's like to exist in time.

Other times I think it's to experience being a member of the species that has logic and religion, and the desire to create beauty. Other animals probably are better at love than we are, so how could love be our central purpose?

We need love like we need air, water, food, sleep, etc. Is it just another need, or the central one? I think love is important and we couldn't live without it. But is it really as all-important as our culture has made it? Could we be the culture that loves too much?

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The True Purpose of Life presented here is the latest revelation that also cuts across all boundaries. Very valuable and powerful, life-changing online seminars. http://www.geocities.com/universityofhappiness

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