If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.  (Henry David Thoreau)

I don’t know how I  feel about this quote, which I’ve only just discovered originated from Thoreau.  I’ve always thought it had to do with marching to the beat of your own drum, and I kind of like my version better, though it is less poetic.  I can make peace with it for the sake of Thoreau, however, by considering that “different drummer” to be the Muse, or that Divine Spark of creative inspiration.  I think my friend Henry David would be OK with that.

If… he weren’t dead. And… if he actually gave a sh*t what Terri Fischer had to say about it.