I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Thursday, September 1, 2016

I have not had abiding compassion


from this week in 2014  (I was 69)

I have not had abiding compassion
for animals.  It has been my culture
to eat them.  I do not care to
make the distinction between
food and pet, so I tend to avoid
the concept of pet when I can.
If I were even present at the
slaughtering, I would eat less flesh
or learn to respectfully participate in
the practice.  What is the stewardship
of the elect in the kingdom?  It has
been to eat without reproach or
consideration.  It is the consideration
creates the question.

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