“This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule; Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.”
Quote by Edward Young
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This book is a collection of meditative essays and poems that delve into profound existential questions. It includes a paraphrase of select passages from the Book of Job and reflections on the nature of life, death, and the afterlife. The author's musings are both introspective and contemplative, inviting readers to ponder the mysteries of existence. more
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