Tonight, homage is paid to a philosopher that lived so close (his daily comic strip) that he hid in plain site, as the old saying goes. Shultz delved into a myriad of life's quandaries in his simple vignettes. They say you don't know something until you can explain it. Charles must have known quite a bit about life, because he explored some of our most vulnerable life questions in his little strip. He revealed the various archetypal characters we all must deal with. We've all had our Lucy, a Linus, possibly a Woodstock, hopefully a Snoopy, and likely a Pigpen or Peppermint Patty, and some of us may feel we're Charlie Brown.
We were discussing today, at school, how writing may be cathartic, how it can help one investigate the past, sometimes providing the clarity of seeing it write there before you in the black and white of your particular syntax and diction. And, if one gets really good at putting it down on paper, they might momentarily compare with Shakespeare, Nietzsche, or Charles M. Shultz.
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