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Thursday, September 29, 2005

In agreeance

No, Sarah, I totally agree with you. I think that the point of literature, or life for that matter is to find/to learn "life" lessons -- both univeral and person -- that will help us complete our purpose. The catch is -- well the catch for the academic community -- is that you cannot tell anyone what they should get from something, because then you missed the entire point of it. We all have differnt purposes, and thus different things we must learn.

Yes, there are underlying themes and ideas that are apparent in some works. We get used to identifying them (feminism, marxism), but on the larger scale of things, in a cosmic sense, those things don't matter unless we can tie them to ourselves in some way.

And isn't is amazing that we can be taken from such great heights in life -- as you were saying -- feeling like we are on top of the world, to drop to such sad lows. All within a day. Maybe that is the point of literature. To put those ideas soooo very close together -- within inches, pages, days of reading -- that we familiarize ourselves with how to handle those situations.

The weather is changing here, it is rainy and cool and I feel a need to start over. To re-invent and reassess. I have learned so much since I moved here, about people, myself, the world, how I want to be. It will interesting to see who I am in 6 months. Me, but different. Always changing. aren't we all.

Love you all.
CD

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