Mar 10, ’87. . . I scribed. . .
Where discipline is not thought to be self imposed. . .
To know when one demeans one’s own system, is to debase the spirit within. It is all a value system. A value system. And a value system worth its salt will not be maligned in any manner, not even systems beyond what one knows. (consider invisible worlds) The value system of behavior based on high premises will be honored. (you are known) But the source of the system so designed must be investigated and must be researched. You cannot adopt a belief system based on someone else’s work. It must be within the frame of reference of the individual who espouses the system.
June 25, 2019 working on syncing the stenos. . . . (this has brought me to tears. It finally is an answer to David’s question a few days before he left us when he asked, how did you know to do it? To do what? Keep on living when you know what you know, he said. I had 3 good reasons, I said. Tresy, David, and John. But I knew even then, it was not the whole answer.
But here is the part I never realized to be true. Though I took the Nazarene as my Virgil to explain the journey to me because I knew of no one else to do it, I never could adopt all his views. I studied and researched and came up with my arguments and argued my argues. Because for me in my time, his answers were not for me. Some were eternals, verities and with those I found no argument. Others were arguable and I found my own conclusions.
And it is with brief conclusions I find myself. They are to do no harm, to do some good and never, ever to be afraid. They were mine reached in my fifties but only now in full scope and depth. David laughed when he said I took a life of problems and created a philosophy to cover them.
And in one of our conversations he marveled that he watched Plato and Aristotle evolve across the dinner table when he slapped the table and loudly said but I know you never had time for the Great Books! But the philosophy has stood me in good stead. How did I know to do it?
I am wiped. Wiped out. To reach this time to form my trinity of thought has taken a lifetime. To do no harm, to do some good and never, ever to be afraid. The last was the most difficult. Because I had to learn that one cannot live when fear is a daily companion.
I am glad I stayed the route to get to this place that passes previous thought. The tuition for this class was horrendous but no university would touch a class of this nature. The mountains are too many and too high.
(an aside . . .March 8, 2020 . . . and March is a hard month for those who loved David)