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.
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Sunday, July 6, 2014
Guilt In Control
It is not bad because you feel guilty but you still feel guilty, and so it has control. That means it is compulsion. There is in the "have to-ness" of feeling bad an absence of choice.
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