I found the above photo on James Worrad’s blog (click on the photo to visit). This is utterly and endearingly brilliant.
Sir Terry Pratchett is an example of someone who developed his talent and used it to leave his part of the world better than he found it.
Obviously Sir Terry’s books succeeded because they are so entertaining. But they are so entertaining because the spirit of the man himself is in all of them––and his spirit had a profound love for humankind, warts and all. If that weren’t true, we wouldn’t be seeing this outpouring of grief.
There is one privilege we all get and it is this: life. What are you doing with yours? No one expects you to cure cancer or Alzheimer’s or bring peace to the Middle East; if you can, great, please do so (especially the cancer part).
But if you’re like the rest of us––and if you’re readng this, you almost certainly are––you can honour Sir Terry’s memory by doing what you can to leave your little corner of the world better than you found it, with whatever your particular gifts may be––writing, art, dance, understanding, teaching, organising, nurturing, healing, exploring. And, always, loving.
Meanwhile, I’ve been thinking about a shirt for myself.
STERLING SAID FUCK OFF
SHIRLEY’S BOOKED TILL 2050
I’M PAT CADIGAN––DEAL WITH IT