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Most inspirational sentence read in 2013? I’d quote Dostoevsky …

Here’s what I replied to a post by The Book Club of Karachi on Facebook, “The most inspirational sentence you read in 2013?”
I could choose once sentence from this passage maybe, but this whole passage is too brilliant to ignore. This stunned me probably like nothing else this year. A wonderful book and a wonderful writer, from which I hope to share more passages in the coming days.

‘Ofcourse, when Alyosha was in the monastery he believed entirely in miracles, but I dont think miracles ever confound a realist. Nor is it miracles that bring a realist to religion. If he is an unbeliever, a true realist will always find the strength & ability not to believe in a miracle, and if he is confronted with a miracle as an irrefutable fact, he will rather disbelieve his own senses than accept that fact. Or he may concede the fact and explain it away as a natural phenomenon until then unknown. In a realist, it is not miracles that generate faith, but faith that generates miracles. Once a realist becomes a believer, however, his very realism will make him accept the existence of miracles. The apostle Thomas said he would not believe until he saw, and when he saw, he said: ”My Lord and my God!”. Was it a miracle that made him believe? Most likely not. He believed only because he wanted to believe, and possibly he already believed in the secret recesses of his being.’

Fyodor Dostoevsky in The Brothers Karamazov.

Sadistic Cloning

I hate to see you grinning
Ur sumwhere behind me, leering all the time
And I search for you, I find you nowhere
I cut my skin, to catch ur reflection
on the white blood that flows
Cuz I hate to see you grinning
Caught in the frenzy of this,
This eye-less hurricane
Tossing n bossing me, dizzying my senses
You bring me into a dark tunnel
And you hit me everywhere, you ooze out my brain
Break my balls feeding em to the dogs
And you burn out my intestines
The garbage trucks carry me away – they recycle
And I come again at you, a plastic limb
I see houses full of whores and bloody pimps
It’s time when the surge raises its ugly head
Frothing up steam – I hiss and spat at you
I hit back at you, striking my blows with multiple magnitudes
And I fuck you there and then, my resolution breaks
You scream but I give shit, I rip you apart
I eat your flesh to mix it with mine
And I become you, your face, your body to cross the line
This time, I cackle, cuz I live your life through MINE !
 
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