Beginning - and a little Plato
I have written a series of notebooks, a sort of journal,
for the last twenty years. These are now largely
unreadable. There are too many facts - people seen, places
visited,weather enjoyed or suffered - to get any sense of
direction or a story. Too many facts and not enough
reflection. What did it all mean?
When I was young I wrote in a diary - long since lost - a
quotation from Plato: 'The life that is unexamined is not
worth living'.Perhaps we diary-keepers are trying in some
small way to live examined lives.