All week long, I have been reading and re-reading a poem on a card on my desk.  You may have heard it:

A wise old owl sat in an oak.

The more he saw, the less he spoke.

The less her spoke, the more he heard.

Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?

Then, I found this on Facebook.  It. Is. Brilliant.

My very favorite lines:  “And then I listen.  And then I change.”

Please check out the full cartoon at http://theoatmeal.com/comics/believe