Miscellaneous, incomplete journal writings:
I am washed out to sea, and I don’t care.
Where are the men? Where are the boys who will become men? Where are the boys who are charming, confident, kind, and purposeful? That is what the world needs, has always needed, and will always most need.
Where are the boys who can laugh, but never at someone’s expense? I guess the underlining question here is: where are the boys who Know Themselves? Who are working hard at maturing? Who sweat in their effort to be kind, strong, wise, and better than they were before? Where are the boys who see that this is the real task?
And where, oh where, are their models?