Dragi moji, evo mene ovoga puta s kratkom pričom od samo četiri stranice koja je uletjela i ostavila me bez daha, radi se o The Egg (Jaje) koju je napisao poznati američki pisac Andy Weir.
Ovo je kratka priča o Bogu, o svemiru, o onome što se događa nakon smrti i o svakome od nas.
“It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
Ova priča me ostavila bez daha mala, ali moćna razmišljam o njoj već danima. Mogu samo reći da se nadam da je pisac pomalo u krivu jer imam osjećaj da je i pomalo u pravu. Preporučam ju svim srcem, ja sam ju čitala na preporuku Booktuberica Bookworm Dreams.
Priča je besplatna i možete ju u cijelosti pročitati ovdje i na hrvatskom!
Andy Weir je američki pisac, pročitala sam i recenzirala njegov bestseler Marsovac te pogledala film s Mattom Damonom u glavnoj ulozi, a na policama me još čeka Artemis,
Do slijedećeg pisanja čuvajte se i volite. :)
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