old notes
I randomly ran across something this evening that I must have written several years ago, and it inspired me. And it got me thinking about historical memory--not in a broad national or religious sense, but in a very practical personal sense.

The problem with all the journals I used to write is that they are all stacked in a closet somewhere at my house, and if there is anything of value in them, I will never find it, because it will take more effort than I am willing to invest to investigate that huge mound.

Perhaps the most effective way of journaling is not filling a notebook or a digital filing folder, but filling ones life with whimsically organized notes, little windows into the past sprinkled throughout our daily existance.  But that is more of an excersize of technology than anything else...at any rate, it is worth some thinking. 

Anyway, the notebook page I found...

We have a responsibility to act boldy and faithfully
upon what we are convinced is true.

I do not think there is anything else
involved in being human.

We act as we are convinced --
    We have faith that if we are wrong,
    our conviction will change accordingly,
    and our actions with our convictions.
    All will be revealed in time.

The only way we can be assuredly wrong
         is if we are not convinced
    and if we do not act.