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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Tuesday, May 12, 2015
The Value We Assign
The value we assign our lives and the significance we assign the lives of others is subjective. Drawing upon a number of sources (cultural, religious, familial) we assign a value, but it remains of value only so long as we maintain it as something of significance and provide reinforcement of the initial valuation.
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