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The Known World

The Known World is a historical novel that delves into the lives of enslaved individuals and their owners in the United States during the 19th century. The story is set against the backdrop of the expansion of slavery and the growing tensions leading up to the Civil War. more

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Edward P. Jones
Edward P. Jones

Edward P. Jones is an American novelist known for his profound character development and delicate narrative style. His works often focus on the lives of African American communities, particularly the history and culture of Washington, D.C. Jones' novels frequently explore themes of race, class, and social justice. His works, such as 'The Lost Years' and 'The天堂', have received widespread acclaim. more

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“Do you believe in fairytales? I often wonder, why the sun always takes a leap in the dawn and why it always goes down at the dusk so that the night gleam in with the starry halo of stillness. I often wonder, what lies ahead in the horizon right after the periphery of this Universe, no not our Earth but this huge galaxy of stars, made with the minutest particle of dreams. Dreams of stardust. Stars that light our way in the morn and the stars that guide our way in the night. In a void of million chords, an echoing stillness that always clutches our soul, the voice of our pulsating breathing throbbing heart. And all of it, a moment in an illusion of time. And all of it, a thought in a cocoon of time. Time that walks parallely in a magnum of an unimaginable cosmos and then when I close my eye for a fraction of a moment, I see a flash of lightning in a mirage of moments, an illusion of thought, an illusion of reality, where nothing is real yet nothing is meaningless, where nothing is impossible.. And there perhaps fairytales are real after all in a fume of illusions, miracles are fire-laden stars often smiling away in a different world in a different time, waiting to cross paths with our little reality in a camouflaged spectrum of souls and stars. So, don't stop believing in Fairy tales and weave your faith into it, for you never know which part of this wide cosmos catches it to manifest that in your serenade of Life's momentary reality!”

“There are stars in the sky that are hundreds of times larger than our Sun. And we can fit 1,300,000 Earths inside of our Sun. There are multiple-star systems, which are systems of planets orbiting two, three, six, or seven...stars. If we were in one of those then when we look up, we'd have multiple "Suns" in our sky! This is our reality. But then we still find reasons to care about who marries who, or who beds who, or what church someone goes to. Our reality is awesome, but then we make up trivialities in our heads and call them "higher values" or "ways of being". I wonder, if everyone were to realise the vastness of our universe, would we finally trample the homemade trivialities to find our own true purposes?”