Immersion 1.17.06
"Who knows for what we live, struggle and die?. . . Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom." ~Alan Paton
Note: I originally wrote the following entry on January 17. Since I can't figure out how to fit it in to that timeframe, I decided to post it here, anyway.
There’s been way too much child abuse in my life today. After work, I came home to watch Cody Posey, a young man who killed his father, stepmother and stepsister. The death of the 7 year old in New York was still gathering speed and it’s difficult to escape the news coverage. So I’m reduced to watching “The First 48,” which reminds me that there are places in every city where the streets, even though they’re paved with the same material used everywhere else in the city, might as well be unpaved. When you look at them under the streetlights at night, the roads look like sandpits. In those neighborhoods, there’s just a fine coat of dirt swaddling everything. They are not the streets where the middle class sets up housekeeping. Aspirants to that level of status pass through these neighborhoods on their way to suburbia. Everyone else has settled into the life they’ve been given to endure. I’m familiar with these places. The immersion in child abuse always calls me back to those places.
