My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
No Need for Observers
Some have been "observing the situation." For so long have they been doing it that they became part of the extraneous scenery. Life has no need of observers. It is not a spectator sport. Nor does it need referees or judges. All life wants or needs are participants.
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