I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance.
—Friedrich Nietzsche, (1844-1900)
—Maya Angelou (1928-2014)
Father’s Day.
On this day, it seems that “society” has deemed it appropriate to single out and honour the fathers among us. I like that. I think these fine men often go without the recognition due them (not all of them, mind you, some are truly bastards and without a doubt deserve nothing less than to be ignored and forgotten as soon as possible).
I was very lucky, in a way. Although I was never able to experience “being” a father myself, I had the benefit of a truly fine father, and I am eternally thankful for this fact. My father was loving (though strict), patient (to a point), and he was undoubtedly the most “consistent” person I have ever known.
Thanks Dad!
The photo above is of my pacifist Dad, John Jacob Peters, working as a lumberjack in a labour camp in British Columbia, Canada, in 1943… performing alternative service as a Conscientious Objector.
Shona saying (Mozambique and Zimbabwe)
—Ashanti saying (Ghana)
—Pablo Picasso
—Edvard Munch (1863-1944)
Thanks to Celes Davar for the quotable.
—Milton Berle (1908-2002)