British author, Robert W. Burns, once was standing on a balcony at Warwick Castle in England. In his words, “That balcony overlooks one of the most beautiful scenes it ever was my privilege to view … There at the base of the castle was the winding river; next to the river were lovely green fields. Next to the fields there were large squares of the beautiful mustard plant. Stretching off into the distant hills there were one-after-the-other scenes of breath-taking beauty. Beside me stood a tourist. We looked down at the scene and all he could say was, ‘Isn’t it terrible that there is scum on the river?’ He thought he was judging the landscape; he really was judging himself.”…
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