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.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Annoying But Necessary
As annoying as it may be, dissent is necessary. It forces reevaluation, which brings about change through increased awareness. Some say dissent, for its own sake, can be dangerous. I wonder if there is such a thing as that, whether aimless disagreement exists. It may seem extreme, and so threatening, but I think every act or expression has a point, even if we may not understand it.
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