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The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for.
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afterlife
calm
common-sense
cradle
darkness
death
eternity
existence
life
life-after-death
light
man
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As a rule, theologians know nothing of this world, and far less of the next; but they have the power of stating the most absurd propositions with faces solemn as stupidity touched by fear. It is a part of their business to malign and vilify the , , , , Tyndalls, , , , and Drapers, and to bow with uncovered heads before the murderers, adulterers, and persecutors of the world. They are, for the most part, engaged in poisoning the minds of the young, prejudicing children against science, teaching the astronomy and geology of the bible, and inducing all to desert the sublime standard of reason.
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adulterers
afterlife
alexander-humboldt
alexander-von-humboldt
astronomy
charles-darwin
children-science
darwin
david-hume
draper
ernst-haeckel
fear
geology
haeckel
herbert-spencer
humboldt
hume
john-draper
john-tyndall
john-william-draper
knowledge
mind
murderers
paine
persecutors
poison
power
prejudice
propositions
reason
spencer
stupidity
sublime
theologian
theologians
theology
thomas-paine
tyndall
vilify
voltaire
wilhelm-humboldt
wilhelm-von-humboldt
world
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Robert G. Ingersoll |
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"When I came out into the outside room again, I saw her shoe still lying there, where it had come off in the course of our brief wrestle. It looked so pathetic there by itself without an owner, it looked so lonely, it looked so empty. Something made me pick it up arid take it in to her. Like when someone's going away, you help them on with their coat, or their jackboots, or whatever it is they need for going away. I didn't try to put it back on her, I just set it down there beside her close at hand. You're going to need this, I said to her in my mind. You're starting on a long walk. You're going to keep walking from now on, looking for your home. I stopped and wondered for a minute if that was what happened to all of us when we crossed over. Just keep walking, keep on walking, with no ahead and no in-back-of; tramps, vagrants in eternity. With our last hope and horizon - death - already taken away.
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after-death
after-life
afterlife
death
dying
heaven
limbo
twentieth-century
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Cornell Woolrich |
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But like so many others nowadays, poor Julian wanted to believe that man's life is profoundly more significant than it is. His sickness was the sickness of our age. We want so much not to be extinguished at the end that we will go to any length to make conjuror-tricks for one another simply to obscure the bitter, secret knowledge that it is our fate not to be.
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afterlife
death
mystery
mysticism
priscus
religion
resurrection
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