Cliff McCammon

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Even if a lovingly caressing hand is waking us up—its motion may be ever so gentle, but we do not realize its gentleness. Again, we only experience an intrusion upon the world of our dreams, an attempt to finish them off. Likewise more often than not death appears to be something dreadful, and we hardly suspect how well it is meant…
The Unheard Cry for Meaning
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