Do our words enhance or inhibit our lives?

When I was a boy in Brigham City, Utah, my father burned rubbish out back of our house in a 50-gallon barrel.

I remember the cinders twirling into the air like cornflakes, then settling like ink spots on the fresh snow.

You can't burn garbage in your backyard anymore. We've come to realize it just creates a bigger mess. Carbon footprints, bad air, bad art -- we humans contaminate a lot of things in life.

Most of all, we contaminate each other.

More than once, I've sat in a movie theater looking at the white screen, only to watch it get sullied by an ugly movie.

It felt like watching someone dump bugs into a clean saucer of milk.

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