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.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Rituals
We have, in addition to social and religious rituals, conversational ones. We say what we had said and anticipate the response we have always received. What is communicated is less certain, but it is the ritual that counts, the ceremonial way in which the words are presented.
Labels:
conversation,
expectations,
familiarity,
rituals
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