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, December 9, 2012
Incomplete Conclusions
Since everyone sees the same thing from a different perspective and because all bring to it their expectation and understanding, no conclusion is complete. Each sees the same thing differently and each time it is seen there will be something new, more to share in the ongoing observation and seeking; and sharing it, while making it even less clear, gives each more to choose from, more to look for when we look again.
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