TPPM _The Gift_: Sentence 8 of 8.

[Glenn Scheper]

http://www.pynchon.pomona.edu/uncollected/gift.html

 For we are a nation that can,
 many of us,
 toss with all aplomb our candy wrapper
 into the Grand Canyon itself,
 snap a color shot and drive away;
 and we need voices like Oakley Hall's
 to remind us how far that piece of
 paper,
 still fluttering brightly behind us,
 has to fall.

In the abyss of history, and infinite regress,
Pynchon recapitulates our freedom under faith.
Let's see. I've got Kierkegaard in the car....

_Works of Love_, like all my books,
is only open to the first few pages,
even the translators' introduction:

"Hitherto I have defended myself against my
melancholy with intellectual work, which keeps it
away--now, in the faith that God has forgotten
in forgiveness what guilt there may be, I must try
to forget it myself, but not in distraction,
not at a distance from it but in God.
I must see to it that in thinking of God I learn
to think that he has forgotten it, and thus myself
learn to dare to forget it in forgiveness."

There was something else, how God is so big,
or beyond us, that he can only stand back...
Damn paper books. Probably more ideas inside.

ours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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