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.
Friday, June 5, 2015
Trouble Accepting Goodness
Facts are generally benign but interpretation gives them value and more often than necessary it is a negative value, perhaps because society is more lacking in trust, too dominated by its fear, to recognize goodness. It is perhaps the same inclination that makes it so controlling and intrusive, more so than would ever be necessary were we inclined to accept the goodness of people.
Labels:
control,
fear,
goodness,
interpretations,
trust
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