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, November 3, 2012
Categorizing Good and Bad
Everything fits into a category. It is either good or bad. If it is what I like, or what I want to agree with, then it is favorable. If it will not fit, or seems reluctant to, then it is wrong. There are no nuances, no grayness, no exceptions to the rule. It is a simple rule, an efficient system. Of course, it is also quite silly.
Labels:
agreement,
categories,
silliness
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