weaned from our bodies …

January 8, 2014

in Art & Literature,Spirituality

We sicken before we die so that we will be weaned from our body. The milk that nourished us grows thin and sour; turning away from the breast, we begin to be restless for a separate life. Yet this first life, this life on earth, on the body of earth – will there, can there ever be a better? Despite all the glooms and despairs and rages, I have not let go of my love of it.

Age of Iron JM Coetzee (p. 13)

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