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, August 1, 2013
People and Roles
We can think people exist only in the roles in which we know them, as though they had no being when we are not with them. No life when not in this house, when away from this classroom, or when they leave this shop. We may see the lesser aspect of them and think it is all there might ever be. We may evoke only a very secondary response, a prospect that may not say too much for us, but even were they at their most vital in our company they are still not complete in this one setting. It might be helpful to even visualize them elsewhere. Even though that realm is not ours to share, knowing it was helps complete them in our eyes.
Labels:
complexity,
knowing,
people,
roles
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