I write what is on my mind. And what is on my mind: most everything learned by the experience of living, by father, mother, family near and far, friends chosen, friends who have chosen me, lately and those through history with whom I converse, silently, consistently, incessantly, and though these conversations, in words composed for good, I write to you.
The high art of language, most pure, most beautiful, best remembered and best loved, quoted often and written upon the ethereal granite of the mind.
Our family portrait, the amusing stories of our foibles, the whispered rumors of misdeed, indiscretion, the grave mistakes which bring shame, and the virtues by which we are redeemed: honor, kindness, love.
The loving pursuit of wisdom, becoming better by learning of the best that has been thought, done, said, and of these, knowledge of the divine, the Word everywhere present.
Alike Theseus, each writer follows the thread of stories, back to where the story began, forward into the light, that when in the light, our fellows might find their way home.