Cleaning the Tidbit Box

I have on my desk a little open box where I park my tidbits. Today I decided to see what was in it. I found four cassette tapes, one small calculator, pictures, some Bible memory cards (part of Psalm 16 I was memorizing) a small rock, a small clothes pin (I mean 1 inch size) a thumb tack, a plastic baggie of postage stamps (mostly Christmas), tons of cat fur, and two things worth sharing on a blog. That's pretty good for a 5X6X1 box.
The first thing worth sharing is an unidentifiable, yellowed newspaper clipping. It looks like it is only part of a column.
"When I was 30, I read Gail Godwin's novel The Finishing School. One particular passage, in which 44 year-old Ursula advises 14 year-old Justin about aging, scared me so much that I wrote it down and carried it in my wallet for years:
"There are two kinds of people... One kind, you can tell just by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more surprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keeps moving, changing. With these people, you can never say, "X stops here," or "Now I know all there is to know about Y." That doesn't mean they're unstable. Ah, no, far from it. They are fluid. they keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive.
"Yikes, I vowed to grow like the weed you can't kill."
The rest of the clipping is missing, but I add my "Yikes." There are times of exhaustion, failure and defeat, but get up and learn something new. Today I learned that margarine is but ONE MOLECULE away from being plastic... and shares 27 ingredients with paint. True? I don't know. I have no source, but I use butter.
Insightfully yours,
Paulita