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Objects, as we know, travel through time. And sometimes monuments or chronicles are not needed: a single line of ink, a signature, a motto slipped into the margin of a book is enough to bring back to the surface, after five centuries, a truth of identity. In the first part (here), we followed the most…
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Objects, as we know, travel through time. They retain something of us, something we chose to imprint so that our children, our grandchildren, and all those who come after us might understand who we truly were. Sometimes a single book, a line, a signature, a motto… is enough to cry out to the world, centuries…
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Today, on instinct, I decided not to write about history, but to share a thought that is particularly close to my heart. Do you know what the paradox of the soul is? Perhaps you’ve experienced it too, without ever being able to name it. The paradox of the soul is that state in which you…
Beyond Death 