“He murmured to himself, ‘It’s really a shame, that youth in human beings doesn’t last a thousand years! Is God perhaps afraid that we’ll take His throne away from Him? Is that why he craftily dismantles us, piece by piece? He pulls out our teeth, screws our knees up stiff, wears out our kidneys, dims our eyes and dribbles slime and spittle out of our noses and mouths…Death doesn’t worry me: by my soul it doesn’t worry me. There’s something to be said for getting over it once and for all. But I can’t do with this business of turning gradually into a caricature.’ “
Nikos Kazantzakis “Freedom and Death”, 1956
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