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The sermon for Monday, May. 13, 2002 is: emotions are running high 3:38 p.m. It must be the heat. Emotions are running high. Everyone is so dramatic today! You know, twenty-one years ago today my father was living the last day of his life. I was wondering why I was so emotional and sad recently, and moreover why I was wondering whether or not to kill myself; and then I remembered: every year at this time I suddenly recognise my young dead father in myself, and I suddenly feel like a crypt for the huge reservoir of his failed hopes and ambitions. So why am I telling you this? I don�t know why; I don�t in general try to think about myself, nor dare to trust in some frail fabric of human affection that could somehow span the vast distances between myself and my beloved dead. Why am I telling you this? Maybe I shouldn�t be telling you this. That�s the problem with talking: once you start talking, you start missing everybody. I will be alone tomorrow, talking to my father�s grave.
 
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