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.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Being God
People sometimes act as if I were God. They expect me to have his wisdom and make his judgments. They do so because they are afraid to accept the Godness in themselves. I think that is it, but whatever the reason I wish they would stop. I find it hard to be God for them. It is hard enough just being me.
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