When most of your tomorrows are behind
you, making sense of your life becomes more desperate. How to convey
what you don't quite understand? Not in reduction, not in deduction,
certainly not in subduction, but in their opposites: compilation and
induction and unearthing, as conveyed by suggestion, implication, and
innuendo; as observed by glimpses askance and the elevation of
partial truths that may imply other partial truths, all we can catch
with our wavering eyes.
What evanescent specks we are, we know;
how much we have simply borrowed from others, we suspect. But even
if we have rediscovered truths and simply applied them to new
circumstances, they are ours, and we can convey them truthfully and
righteously and with the conviction of having lived it, and we can
only hope that others will make them theirs as well.
Budd Shenkin
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