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.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
A Proposal for Reincarnation
He has decided reincarnation would make sense if people had to come back as the person he least liked in the previous life and he would have to keep it up until there was no one he did not like. It made as much sense as some things and more than a few others that have become more popular.
Labels:
adventures,
dying,
living,
people
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