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“But most people are content with a life among shadows. They give no thought to what is casting the shadows. They think shadows are all there are, never realizing even that they are, in fact, shadows. And thus they pay no heed to the immortality of their own soul.”

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Sophie’s World

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Jostein Gaarder
Jostein Gaarder

Jostein Gaarder is a Norwegian author known for his fantasy literature. His most famous work is 'Sophie's World', a philosophical novel that combines literary and philosophical elements, telling the story of a girl named Sophie's dialogue with a philosopher. Gaarder's works often explore profound philosophical and religious issues, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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