But in the end all religions point to the same light. In between the light and us, sometimes there are too many rules. The light is here and there are no rules to follow this light.

It was all a matter of control. And Choice. Nothing more, nothing less

La Dorada skulked into view. She was half-mummified, but sodden. Gooey.  Regin let out a low whistle. “The Mummy Returns meets Dingoes Ate My Face.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.

Written By Milan Kundera

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