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 19, 2015
Life Goes On
The process of life is eternal. Specific lives begin and end. Participation of individuals -- what they take from or offer -- is less significant, because the process goes on. In one form or another it continues, and life is uncritical, making no judgment on how individual lives are lived.
Labels:
judgment,
living,
participation
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