Journal Entry
May 16, 1980

It’s been a while since I last wrote but once again I take up the pen and write.  I write of the matters and concerns that occupy my thoughts.  

To open with I ask myself why I write, why do I give thought to the many things that I do. I ask myself why I ask myself why.  My seemly never ceasing desire to understand not only the persons and things about me, but also the desire and need to know myself as part of my character.  

I can remember when I was a small child reading in the Bible about King Solomon and how God gave him a choice between riches or wisdom. Solomon showing his already innate wisdom, chose wisdom. God replied in that choosing wisdom one would also gain riches.  I to after reding the story chose wisdom, that that I desired riches so much as I desired understanding.  I know not whether I have gained wisdom, but I do know that I have an understanding of myself and of my environment. My understanding is by no means complete, for in ones life no man could possibly understand all, but I do feel that I understand more than most other persons.  

I know how I feel, what I feel and why I feel. I know my loves, my desires, my emotions. But do I have wisdom?  I see beauty in all. I enjoy the beauty and wonder that surrounds me.