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The eternal beginning...

A sheet is entrusted to me, a few words appear on it. These not insignificant words, written by a friend, before and after the death of Gisèle, her mother, resonate with my own questions about existence, the hereafter and finitude. I appropriate this sheet, it tickles my thoughts. What happens at birth and death? In this work, a door appears, like a passage. It allows the perpetual movement of souls, with or without faith, on earth. But, is there really an eternal beginning? I do not have the answer.


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