It's a great movie...the last narrative was awesome...so for posterity
I wroteit down...don't read if you haven't seen the movie! It's taken
out of context so it won't make much sense...
As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie he finally had the
feeling that everything was going to be okay. Sometimes we lose
ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in
hopelessness and tragedy. We can thank God for Bavarian sugar
cookies, and fortunately when there aren't any cookies we can still
find reassurance in a familar hand on our skin. Or a kind and loving
gesture. Or a subtle encouragement. Or a loving embrace. Or an
offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys or nose plugs and
uneaten danish, soft spoken secrets, and fender strata casters and
maybe the occassional piece of fiction. And we must remember that
all these things, the nuances, the anamolies, the sublties, which we
assume only accessorize our days are in fact here for a much larger
and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea
seems strange, but I also know that it so happens to be true.
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