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.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Our Distinctions Are Ours
People are not interchangeable. One cannot be another, doing his job, having his belief, or living his life. The uniqueness of individuals is essential to them. No matter how we may try to deny distinctions, they are real, and for the person with them they are either enriching or diminishing of his being. But they are his.
Labels:
differences,
naming,
people
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