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.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Beyond One Dimension
Nothing is everything. Focus on, or even treatment of, one aspect or trait is a distortion. The individual does not really improve until we realize, treat, care for and grow in appreciation of all of everything. We are otherwise making a one term definition of a one dimensional person. Such people do not exist.
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