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.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Conversations Without End
Is it true that the more profound the topic, the more intense the discussion, the less interested are we in the outcome? Are there topics that exist only to be batted about, and were we to resolve them would we miss them? Do we need sometimes just to talk, to challenge, to debate?
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