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“There's a devil inside me which cries, "You're not the son of the Carpenter, you're the son of King David! You are not a man, you are the Son of man whom Daniel prophesied." And still more: "The Son of God! And still more: God!”

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Book:The last temptation of Christ
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The last temptation of Christ

This book is a fictional narrative that delves into the last temptation faced by Jesus Christ before his crucifixion. The story examines the moral and spiritual dilemmas he encounters during this critical period, offering a unique perspective on the life and teachings of Jesus. more

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Nikos Kazantzakis
Nikos Kazantzakis

Nikos Kazantzakis, born on February 18, 1883, and died on October 26, 1957, was one of the most prominent Greek writers of the 20th century. Known for his profound exploration of human nature and philosophical thoughts, his works have transcended literature, philosophy, and religion. more

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