After more than two years, what finally brought me back to this blog, and re-ignited the literary fire within me, was the death of Christopher Hitchens (April 13, 1949 – December 15, 2011).
One of the most intellectual and eccentric writers, and free thinkers of our generation had finally lost his battle with cancer. The author of God is Not Great and The Portable Atheist, in his own words...
Death is certain, replacing both the siren-song of Paradise and the dread of Hell. Life on this earth, with all its mystery and beauty and pain, is then to be lived far more intensely: we stumble and get up, we are sad, confident, insecure, feel loneliness and joy and love. There is nothing more; but I want nothing more.
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