"The earth, from here, is like heaven. It flows with colour. A burst of hopeful colour. When we're on the planet we look up and think heaven is elsewhere, but here is what the astronauts and cosmonauts sometimes think: maybe all of us born to it have already died and are in an afterlife. If we must go to an improbable, hard-to-believe-in place when we die, that distant glassy orb with its beautiful, lonely light could well be it."
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"Now she tell me of my power over her, of my faculty of making her think and do whatever I desire, perhaps more than I think I desire. Because of this, she begs me to do nothing against her. She feels she has never had any secrets from me, long before knowing me."
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