I wouldn’t be a big fan of doing things. Doing things wouldn’t appeal to me in the way that sleeping or eating bacon would. The day I figure out how to eat bacon while I’m sleeping is the day I will stop dreaming about eating bacon while I sleep. In 1998, I had an idea and I followed that idea through from its inception to its ultimate failure and I was disgusted. How was I to know that someone else had already thought of making a sweater out of sheep? That was the day I gave up. My nephew was recently seduced by the unscrupulous lure of advertising. I told him not to pursue the promise of a better life but he just went ahead and believed the hype. That was the day he gave up:
Don’t believe everything you see on trees.
My nephew learned that the hard way.