Saw <a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0315733/">21 Grams</a>. Everybody in the film
needed Saving because of how God cast the world around them. In the end, everyone gets
their death and their forgiveness, wrapping up leaky, messy lives with a cute ribbon,
just as Ecclesiastes tidies up its doubt with a return to Faith. Although the images
are mostly of crippled humans, the story-telling has the antiseptic feel of a kind
but remote nurse, which I think is mostly the effect of its achronological nature. 
This just increases the cripple contrast for each character, showing pain next to 
a normal existence. That contrast may have also burned out my emotional sensitivity.
I just ended up like some dispassionate God watching my children muck around. But,
maybe they wanted this anti-God current.

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Working with my cousin last night, editing her admission essay, reminded 
me of the depth of thought required to write kick-ass prose. Sometimes text
just rolls <i>lorem ipsum</i> onto the page, but that's easy. Seeking to
understand why it does or doesn't work is as big a timesink as Go (and just as
fun ;).

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