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.
There are inclinations, trends and probabilities; but not so very many absolutes. Perhaps because so few things are sure, we tend to treat possibilities as though they were absolutes. And then the probable can become the sure thing.
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