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“There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“Since we live in the heads of those who remember us, we lose control of our lives and become who they want us to be.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“It is only through us that God lives. When we abandon him, he dies.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“...you are battered and bruised in the collisions between reminiscence and reality.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“When we're in a human body, we don't care about universal collapse - instead, we care only about a meeting of the eyes, a glimpse of bare flesh, the caressing tones of a loved voice, joy, love, light, the orientation of a house plant, the shade of a paint stroke, the arrangement of hair.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“All creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“Humans have discovered that they cannot stop Death, but at least they can spit in his drink.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“Among all the creatures of creation, the gods favor us: We are the only ones who can empathize with their problems.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“Love was not specified in the design of your brain; it is merely an endearing algorithm that freeloads on the leftover processing cycles.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“Although we credit God with designing man, it turns out He's not sufficiently skilled to have done so. In point of fact, He unintentionally knocked over the first domino by creating a palette of atoms with different shapes. Electron clouds bonded, molecules bloomed, proteins embraced, and eventually cells formed and learned how to hang on to one another like lovebirds. He discovered that by simmering the Earth at the proper distance from the Sun, it instinctively sprouted with life. He's not so much a creator as a molecule tinkerer who enjoyed a stroke of luck: He simply set the ball rolling by creating a smorgasbord of matter, and creation ensued.”
― Sum: forty tales from the afterlives
― Sum: forty tales from the afterlives
“The missing crowds make you lonely. You begin to complain about all the people you could be meeting. But no one listens or sympathizes with you, because this is precisely what you chose when you were alive.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“So poorly did you know yourself that you were always surprised at how you looked in photographs or how you sounded on voice mail. In this way, much of your existence took place in the eyes, ears, and fingertips of others. And now that you’ve left the Earth, you are stored in scattered heads around the globe. Here in this Purgatory, all the people with whom you’ve ever come in contact are gathered. The scattered bits of you are collected, pooled, and unified. The mirrors are held up in front of you. Without the benefit of filtration, you see yourself clearly for the first time. And that is what finally kills you.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“Every atom in your body is the same quark in different places at the same moment in time.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“Death... The moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“Everything that creates itself upon the backs of smaller scales will by those same scales be consumed.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“When you arrive in the afterlife, you find that Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley sits on a throne. She is cared for and protected by a covey of angels.
After some questioning, you find out that God's favorite book is Shelley's Frankenstein. He sits up at night with a worn copy of the book clutched in his mighty hands, alternately reading the book and staring reflectively at the night sky.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
After some questioning, you find out that God's favorite book is Shelley's Frankenstein. He sits up at night with a worn copy of the book clutched in his mighty hands, alternately reading the book and staring reflectively at the night sky.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“This moment of lucidity does not last long. But it serves as the punishment for your sins, a Promethean entrails-pecking moment, crouching half-horse half-man, with the knowledge that you cannot appreciate the destination without knowing the starting point; you cannot revel in the simplicity unless you remember the alternatives.
And that's not the worst of your revelation. You realize that the next time you return here, with your thick horse brain, you won't have the capacity to ask to become a human again. You won't understand what a human is. Your choice to slide down the intelligence ladder is irreversible. And just before you lose your final human faculties, you painfully ponder what magnificent extraterrestrial creature, enthralled with the idea of finding a simpler life, chose in the last round to become a human.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
And that's not the worst of your revelation. You realize that the next time you return here, with your thick horse brain, you won't have the capacity to ask to become a human again. You won't understand what a human is. Your choice to slide down the intelligence ladder is irreversible. And just before you lose your final human faculties, you painfully ponder what magnificent extraterrestrial creature, enthralled with the idea of finding a simpler life, chose in the last round to become a human.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“And once again the Rewarder and the Punisher stalk off, struggling to understand why knowing the code behind the wine does not diminish its pleasure on your tongue, why knowing the inescapability of heartache does not reduce its sting, why glimpsing the mechanics of love does not alter its intoxicating appeal.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“And in this form, they find themselves longing to ascend mountains, wander the seas, and conquer the air, seeking to recapture the limitlessness they once knew.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“I came here for the same reason doctors wear uniforms of long white coats...They don't do it for their benefit, but for yours.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“But it turns out your thousand trillion trillion atoms were not an accidental collection: each was labeled as composing you and continues to be so wherever it goes. So you’re not gone, you’re simply taking on different forms.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“In the afterlife you relive all your experiences, but this time with the events reshuffled into a new order: all the moments that share a quality are grouped together. You spend two months driving the street in front of your house, seven months having sex. You sleep for thirty years without opening your eyes. For five months straight you flip through magazines while sitting on a toilet. You take all your pain at once, all twenty-seven intense hours of it. Bones break, cars crash, skin is cut, babies are born. Once you make it through, it’s agony-free for the rest of your afterlife. But that doesn’t mean it’s always pleasant. You spend six days clipping your nails. Fifteen months looking for lost items. Eighteen months waiting in line. Two years of boredom: staring out a bus window, sitting in an airport terminal. One year reading books. Your eyes hurt, and you itch, because you can’t take a shower until it’s your time to take your marathon two-hundred-day shower. Two weeks wondering what happens when you die. One minute realizing your body is falling. Seventy-seven hours of confusion. One hour realizing you’ve forgotten someone’s name. Three weeks realizing you are wrong. Two days lying. Six weeks waiting for a green light. Seven hours vomiting. Fourteen minutes experiencing pure joy. Three months doing laundry. Fifteen hours writing your signature. Two days tying shoelaces. Sixty-seven days of heartbreak. Five weeks driving lost. Three days calculating restaurant tips. Fifty-one days deciding what to wear. Nine days pretending you know what is being talked about. Two weeks counting money. Eighteen days staring into the refrigerator.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“But, instead, we all watch for one thing: evidence of our residual influence in the world,”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“Platoons and plays and stores and congresses do not end - they simply move on to a different dimension.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“You were all these ages, they concede, and you were none.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“To understand the meaning of this afterlife, you must remember that everyone is multifaceted. And since you always lived inside your own head, you were much better at seeing the truth about others than you ever were at seeing yourself. So you navigated your life with the help of others who held up mirrors for you. People praised your good qualities and criticized your bad habits, and these perspectives—often surprising to you—helped you to guide your life. So poorly did you know yourself that you were always surprised at how you looked in photographs or how you sounded on voice mail. In this way, much of your existence took place in the eyes, ears, and fingertips of others. And now that you’ve left the Earth, you are stored in scattered heads around the globe. Here in this Purgatory, all the people with whom you’ve ever come in contact are gathered. The scattered bits of you are collected, pooled, and unified. The mirrors are held up in front of you. Without the benefit of filtration, you see yourself clearly for the first time. And that is what finally kills you.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“with the knowledge that you cannot appreciate the destination without knowing the starting point; you cannot revel in the simplicity unless you remember the alternatives.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“So God sits on the edge of Her bed and weeps at night, because the only thing everyone can agree upon is that they’re all in Hell.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
“That afternoon She listened to the grievances of the dead from two warring nations. Both sides had suffered, both sides had legitimate grievances, both pled their cases earnestly. She covered Her ears and moaned in misery. She knew Her humans were multidimensional and She could no longer live under the rigid architecture of Her youthful choices.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives