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Chapter 35
Chapter 35 Why should I fear death? If I am, then death is not. If Death is, then I am not. Why should I fear that Which can only exist when I do not? . —Epicurus . MIKHAIL The entire village gathers on the small hill which overlooks the river which, mysteriously, receded just as quickly as it rose. I stand at the periphery, watching the way they hold each other, weep and pray, and tell stories about the deceased. Even in death, a human is never alone. Nobody hugs me. Nobody thinks to include me in the ceremonies. Nobody asks me to carry the food-blessing, participate in the prayers, or even help place the final stone. I am not included, as if they refuse to acknowledge that I grieve. I bite back my tears and stare straight ahead at attention, refusing to move a muscle. Refusin
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