Saturday, August 04, 2007

No Stones




"There was soil above his grave with flowers growing out of it and a maple tree reaching down to it, and the roots and flowers offered his corpse a path out of the grave. If her father had been covered with a stone, she would never have been able to communicate with him after he died, and hear his voice in the trees pardoning her."

The Unbearable Lightness of Being (Kundera 1984)

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