Jul/Aug 2014

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Tears in the Morning, Clearing by Afternoon, Some Wisdom Possible Before Sunset

I felt guilty, of course. Who was I to turn away from the world's miseries, I who lived free from want and mayhem? If I couldn't actually do something about that suffering, I could at least not forget it, not turn away from it. In any case, wasn't I reacting the way I was because I was a bit depressed, or just getting old, not because my moral sense had matured, however tardily?

Thomas J. Hubschman