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.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Models of What Used To Be
We like to think sometimes everything can be saved, but not everything needs to be preserved, at least not in its present state; and so it is progress, even if it may not always seem to be, for some organizations or institutions to give way, to become so different as to stop altogether. Their salvation (if such be the word) is in becoming what used to be. They can serve as the model of what used to be, a time when a need was met for that time, but it is a time that is over.
Labels:
ending,
models,
organizations,
progress,
salvation
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