I sincerely believe the road to hell is paved, but not with adverbs. No, quite likely its paved with fallen sparrows no one paused to grieve. By not numbering our days we show contempt, fouling God’s favorite nest. Our spiritual greed knavishly renders life a kind of linear nightmare: we acquire, move on, and acquire more. We rarely sniff out the character of the world, whereby we might gain wisdom and live a life that’s interesting enough.