If I had a large brood of children, and if I sat down to write them a letter by which they might remember me, and if in this letter I offered some general guidelines on how to live a virtuous life and honor my memory… And if, on the other side of this life, I learned that my children were constantly divided against each other because of their individual insistence that each of them had the correct, full, and perfect understanding of my letter, and if I saw them spending long hours analyzing and parsing every syllable of my letter instead of getting on with the business of being my…