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Название книги: Portrait In Death
Автор(ы): J. Robb
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Portrait-In-Death-149577.html
Eve Dallas and husband Roarke – #18
The light of the body is in the eye– New TestamentA mother is a mother still,The holiest thing alive.– Samuel Coleridge
Prologue
We begin to die with our first breath. Death is inside us, ticking closer, closer, with every beat of our heart. It is the end no man can escape. Yet we cling to life, we worship it despite its transience. Or perhaps, because of it.But all the while, we wonder of death. We build monuments to it, revere it with our rituals. What willourdeath be? we ask ourselves. Will it be sudden and swift, long and lingering? Will there be pain? Will it come after a long, full life, or will we be cut off -violently, inexplicably-inour prime?When is our time? For death is for all time.We create an afterlife because we cannot rush through our days chased by the specter of an end. We make gods who guide us, who will greet us at golden gates to lead us into an eternal land of milk and honey.We are children, bound hand and foot by the chains of good with its eternal rewar
Название книги: Portrait In Death
Автор(ы): J. Robb
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Portrait-In-Death-149577.html
Eve Dallas and husband Roarke – #18
The light of the body is in the eye– New TestamentA mother is a mother still,The holiest thing alive.– Samuel Coleridge
Prologue
We begin to die with our first breath. Death is inside us, ticking closer, closer, with every beat of our heart. It is the end no man can escape. Yet we cling to life, we worship it despite its transience. Or perhaps, because of it.But all the while, we wonder of death. We build monuments to it, revere it with our rituals. What willourdeath be? we ask ourselves. Will it be sudden and swift, long and lingering? Will there be pain? Will it come after a long, full life, or will we be cut off -violently, inexplicably-inour prime?When is our time? For death is for all time.We create an afterlife because we cannot rush through our days chased by the specter of an end. We make gods who guide us, who will greet us at golden gates to lead us into an eternal land of milk and honey.We are children, bound hand and foot by the chains of good with its eternal rewar
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