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.
Monday, January 25, 2016
Setting Aside the Self
The more we can set aside the more likely are we to approach what is essential, and the more personal elements we surrender the more can we recognize the universal, realizing that surrender of self to it is not a sacrifice after all; but to do so requires a capacity for trust that may seem beyond us. It is hard to accept but it is only more of the paradox: as we have less need to be self, the more can we find the presence of the universal where the selfness had formerly been.
Labels:
essence,
letting go,
selfishness
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