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, January 17, 2013
The Need to Categorize
If there are but two categories -- such as good-bad, right-wrong, black-white -- everything must fall into one of them, when in truth most things are far less absolutely either way. They are really pretty neutral and are all right for being so. It is what they are meant to be. Yet, some of us need to categorize and insist others do so as well, which is not so terribly helpful for anyone. We then talk in classifications that do not apply, in those absolutes that have so little foundation.
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