Tonight I went to the movie theater to behold—I think that's the only word that does justice to the film's power—the movie "District 9". The movie was definitely a sight to see—equal parts allegory, tough-as-nails action movie, and deft tale of human transformation—but it was also extremely violent. I am usually not apt to enjoy a movie quite that violent, but I thought that the underlying messages of the movie at least partially excused all of the gore. Nonetheless, I was looking for some quiet time—some moments of contemplative silence to recover from the in-your-face ness of the movie—and so I went to the local Books-A-Million. The bookstore is always quiet on a weeknight—rather like the silence of a library—due to the fact that most people in town seem to hang out at the local (and louder) Barnes & Noble. I wanted to peruse the theology and philosophy bookshelves just to see if there might be anything new—not to mention good—that had recently ar
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