Sem Bender Ender

Nothing prepared me for our last day of class.

Nothing.

After a semester of literary theory...
My professor ended on the most unlikeliest of endings.
One of the most respected teachers in the department.
Who taught in America, met some of the theorists we discuss...

told us about Faith.

...

And it was awe inspiring just to hear her explanation.

After all, towards the end, what really does matter? You can ask all the questions, wring the life out of every theory only to end up with more questions on top of your gaping doubts.

You can turn to other people for answers but they end up unsatisfactory.

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I won't even try to explain why this sudden shift to the transcendental. I won't even blame it on her mother's death (three months ago).

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And there I was ready to substitute literature for religion.

The other moving thing was my professors profession of her... which she struggles against--

Vanity. Intellectual vanity.

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And I couldn't blame her.

cause I, ako mismo, not even an amateur, feel a certain self importance building up just because I know my "heteroglossias" from my "affective fallacies".

the lies we tell ourselves.
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That is why I love Greg Brillantes story so much.

The Cries of Children on an April Afternoon...(I forget the title, so long!)

It's about this lawyer and his story told in flashforwards.

All held up on this summer day, when he was young college student, unaware of the fate, of the sorrows of the future...having so much faith in reason...

only to end up searching for a higher power to make sense of everything. coming back to faith, in the end.

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beautiful.