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I'm with Thomas, the obvious scapegoat for the whole nasty affair. And we are left with the painful truth of mortality. Are we totally powerless? Surely it feels as if that is the case. Some curse. Some run away. Some weep. Some rage. Some confess as if they were culprits forever. Some write or sob in prayer. Some turn to religion. Most of us call neighbor(s) inviting her or him or them for a chat—no more or less than that. It is enough.

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