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, September 3, 2013
At The Extremes
Orthodoxy enables more radical ideas. It provides a secure anchor, a base from which those ideas can progress and a ground to which they can be drawn (at times reluctantly) back, and from which they can again proceed. The other aspect is that heterodoxy offers the perhaps vicarious exploration that (as reluctantly) draws tradition forward, as much a brake on retrogression as is tradition on an impulsive flight forward. There may be no need for either end of the spectrum to welcome the presence of the other, though acknowledging the service provided might make co-existing a less trying task.
Labels:
acceptance,
extremes,
others,
religion,
tradition
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