Tuesday, January 10, 2012
There is something to be said about columns (or pillars), about their imposing shape, strength, beauty, support, and purpose. As a child, I found my column in human form: enclosed in my grandfather's body... He, himself, was (and still is) my column, my father figure, my role model, and the man who sustained me -the same way a group of pillars bear the weight of what's above and below them. There is something to be said about a man who takes responsibility, who builds without destroying, who is the strength and support of a household, who knows there is beauty in purpose. Such man deserves to be praised.