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, August 25, 2015
No Choice at All
Choices determine subsequent choices, sometimes narrowing the options and at other times expanding the range. When the range is sufficiently narrow it becomes fated, and choices follow one from another with such inevitability that it seems no choice exists at all. To go along with what began at the start of the chain is all that remains, ratifying rather than selecting what is available. Resisting can seem a choice but it is too expensive to be considered.
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