September 1, 1998

And so it begins…

Today begins the story of Diogenes' Lamp. No longer is it a dream or an anticipation, but reality. It is now and future. It leaves a legacy to fill.

In all that we do, in every venture, we must start. Each of those steps leads us on to new steps, shapes our next step. A sailor back in Columbus' time would await each coming of night, so as to see how the stars had changed from the night before. He would have to wonder what they would look like again in a day. Yet, there is no way to absolutley know, till tomorrow. Yet, we feel the strain to do something. We have legacy.

"Legacy" is the name of a new drama coing to TV this fall, and whenever I see commercials for it, I feel a tug. It's not the emotional up surge of seeing early-twentieth-century aristocrats racing horses on a Foggy England Morning, it's that word, legacy. We know that whatever we do, everything we do, leaves a mark. The friends we make, the decisions we make, all this become part of our lives, and others' aas well. When we worry about a career, we wonder if that will support us alone. But we factor in more…

I worry at times whether I will be a good father, a supporting husabnd. Can I give them a good home and life? Will I be a good teacher and let students learn, or will I fail? Will there still be a world for my children, or their children. Will people somehowh blame for not doing something, not avertign the catastrophe? Will my friends say thank you at my grave? What will be my makr on tomorrow. I'll know in a day, but what about the next? I can't… but I want to… legacy. And so it begins… I shall write again.