The soul may not be destroyed. The soul goes on forever. Like the number pi, it is without cessation or conclusion. Like pi it is a constant. Pi is an irrational number, incapable of being made into a fraction, impossible to divide from itself. So, too, the soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you.
Joe HillHer sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.
Joe HillI didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.
Joe HillWho knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.
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