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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Tuesday, September 1, 2020

I have not had abiding compassion

 

September 1 posted.  -written August 31, 2014      

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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