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.
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Seeking Immortality
Immortality as a goal inclines people to some foolish behavior. In order to be remembered they can be destructive as readily as they might be creative. To incline history's judgment in their favor they are liable to settle for the dramatic, rather that consider what might actually be helpful. This immortality seems such a self-centered inclination. Seeking it with such determination invests it with a false value, a value neither faithful to individuals or to humanity as a whole. Better to seek nothing.
Labels:
drama,
foolishness,
history,
judgment,
selfishness
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