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Originally Posted by MikeWaters
at first I thought he was talking about me.
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Actually, I was. I was also talking about Joseph Smith. One of my favorite passages from Cormac McCarthy's The Crossing is the ex-Mormon's monologue. Here's the crux of it:
"Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name. The story on the other hand can never be lost from its place in the world for it is that place. And that is what was to be found here. The corrido. The tale. And like all corridos it ultimately told one story only, for there is only one to tell."
No truer words were ever spoken, eh?