And brotherhood, justice, eternal life? Show me a religion that prepares one for nothingness, for death. That's a church I want to enter. Yours prepares one only for more life, for dreams and illusions and lies. There is a fear of death from man mostly who wouldn't live a day. Who would want this nightmare but for fear of the next. The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. Every road ends in death, every friendship, every love. Torment, lost, betrayal, pain, suffering, age, indignity, hideous lingering illness... and all of it with a single conclusion. For you and every one and every thing you have ever chosen to care for

cormac mccarthy, the sunset limited

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