Saturday, July 25, 2009
The hope of being someday understood.
Some few lone seekers go through the archives, pensive sifting, reading with deep intent, striving to know those whose unknown lives have gone before. Today, untold numbers sit going through their unknown lives, busily writing them down in hopes that someday, someone will come along and understand.
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4 comments:
Right on. That's one of my favorite hopes. Of course, in order to be understood, you must first understand.
I hate to think that's so! Can't one be understood even through confusion?
I don't know, but the Prayer of St. Francis comes to mind.
Damn straight! Thank you for that.
Priorities.
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