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	<title>Comments on: God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut</title>
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	<description>Reflections Of One Not At Home In This World</description>
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		<title>By: anng105</title>
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		<description>This sentence at the close of your paper resonates deeply in me: &quot;So he put his back to the repetitious task of moving a boulder of words up a hill only to have to roll back down again and again. He took up his pen and dutifully danced with death. It all sounds so absurd.&quot;

I found your weblog through LibraryThing (we have several books in common) and have read several posts here. Thank you for your thoughts on the eternal questions. I feel the hush  of a monastery or a convent here. 

I have started writing as a way to work through issues of forgiveness. I am a catholic who lost a son last year at age 35. I read your poem describing the taunting thoughts in the darkness of night ---I know that state well. Catholics believe in salvation through faith alone, not merit. I agonize over what that means, I accept it completely but can&#039;t help analyzing the meaning of forgiveness--- the boulder in my writing. Thanks for your words.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This sentence at the close of your paper resonates deeply in me: &#8220;So he put his back to the repetitious task of moving a boulder of words up a hill only to have to roll back down again and again. He took up his pen and dutifully danced with death. It all sounds so absurd.&#8221;</p>
<p>I found your weblog through LibraryThing (we have several books in common) and have read several posts here. Thank you for your thoughts on the eternal questions. I feel the hush  of a monastery or a convent here. </p>
<p>I have started writing as a way to work through issues of forgiveness. I am a catholic who lost a son last year at age 35. I read your poem describing the taunting thoughts in the darkness of night &#8212;I know that state well. Catholics believe in salvation through faith alone, not merit. I agonize over what that means, I accept it completely but can&#8217;t help analyzing the meaning of forgiveness&#8212; the boulder in my writing. Thanks for your words.</p>
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