I came across these lines yesterday when I was flipping through Ursula K. Le Guin’s translation of Lao Tau’s Tao Te Ching. (I like the title she chose, “Hushing.” It reminds me of the “Locking” season.)
I once mentioned to my five-year-old son that his favorite band, Kraftwerk, had won a Grammy.
“What’s an award?” he asked.
“It’s like a prize that you get for doing something well,” I said.
“Oh,” he said. “What’s a prize?”
It made my day. Imagine a world with no gold stars!