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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Friday, August 14, 2020

All the possible myths of childhood

August 14, 2014 (I was 69)

 

All the possible myths of childhood

clicked off like light switches

in the light of day

I never believed in evil beasts

Evil had to be anthropomorphic to be real

Humans with super powers were fun

but on a fundamental level

never more than fictions

It’s the fiction that ruins Jesus

more admirable as man than son of God

God is an even bigger problem

whose existence must comprise the totality of is

perhaps inhabiting a dimension

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