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“I found that I couldn't muster any belief in a literal heaven or hell, anyway. I thought the best we could all do was to look after one another and clean up the various hells we've made right here on earth.”

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Parable of the Talents

This book delves into the consequences of differing levels of wealth and talent within a society, examining the impact on social dynamics and individual lives. more

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Octavia E. Butler

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