"Buy the next round, we'll call it even."
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Roswell Bounce purchases redemption easily enough. He goes from sinner to righteous with the purchase of a round of whiskeys. From Preterite to Predestined, as Pynchon might say.
Yeah, yeah. I know you can't go from Preterite to Predestined, theologically! The whole point is that each is already decided before you were even born! But, being that human beings are incapable of attaining that knowledge in life, they can still go from believing they're saved or lost from any moment to the next. Obviously they'll never actually know until they die. Although, they won't really know then either because they'll be, you know, dead. Non-existent. Back to the material from which they came. Deletion of the ego. The end. Kaput. That's all she wrote, folks.
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