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, May 20, 2014
Seeing Our Essence
Most aspects of definition are less significant day-to-day than they seem when standing alone in the abstract, and so how we define ourselves is more of an evolving awareness to which we periodically refer and over time it becomes more complete, though not more complex. In this sense the progress is less in adding on than it is in taking away -- deleting aspects that are seen to be less essential than they might have. More is involved in our noticing than in our finding. It is coming to what we had not set out to find.
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