The Journal Is Not Essentially A Confession, A Story About Oneself. It Is A Memorial. What Does The Writer Have To Remember? Himself, Who He Is When He Is Not Writing, When He Is Living His Daily Life, When He Is Alive And Real, And Not Dying And Without Truth.
Something That Is Supposed To Typify Or Stand For Something Else. Many Symbols Are Mere "survivals" - As Funereal Urns Carved On Memorial Monuments. We Cannot Stop Making Them, But We Can Give Them A Name That Conceals Our Helplessness.
Are They Dead That Yet Speak Louder Than We Can Speak, And A More Universal Language? Are They Dead That Yet Act? Are They Dead That Yet Move Upon Society And Inspire The People With Nobler Motives And More Heroic Patriotism?
The Government Is Trying To Now Close The Lincoln Memorial For Any Kind Of Large Gatherings.
I Am Going To Take Something I Learned Over In Israel. Their Independence Day Is Preceded The 24 Hours Before With Memorial Day, So It Gives Them A Chance To Serve And Reflect And Then Celebrate. I Am Going To Try To Start That Tradition Here In America.
I Love America More Than Any Other Country In The World, And, Exactly For This Reason, I Insist On The Right To Criticize Her Perpetually.
True Heroism Is Remarkably Sober, Very Undramatic. It Is Not The Urge To Surpass All Others At Whatever Cost, But The Urge To Serve Others At Whatever Cost.
Sadly, A Prize For Peace Is A Rarity In This World. Most Nations Have Monuments Or Memorials To War, Bronze Salutations To Heroic Battles, Archways Of Triumph. But Peace Has No Parade, No Pantheon Of Victory.
Canada Is Lacking Two Things. It's True. Don't Make Me Say It Again. The First Is Olympic Heroes [...] The Second Thing That Canada Is Lacking Is Memorial Day, Which Is Today By The Way, Where We In The States Celebrate Our War Heroes By Having Barbeques . And I Realize Here In Canada You Can't Have Barbeques Because You'd Probably Be Attacked By A Moose, Or Caribou, Or Even A Grizzly.
