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1 " She's had a long life. Now she's going to the Lord." " Frankly it creeps me out a little when you say things like that," Simon said. " It shouldn't. If you don't like 'Lord,' pick another word. She's going home. She's going back to the party. Whatever you like." " I suppose you have some definite ideas about an afterlife." " Sure. We get reabsorbed into the earthly and celestial mechanism." " No heaven?" " That's heaven." " What about realms of glory? What about walking around in golden slippers?" " We abandon consciousness as if we were waking from a bad dream. We throw it off like clothes that never fit us right. It's an ecstatic release we're physically unable to apprehend while we're in our bodies. Orgasm is our best hint, but it's crude and minor by comparison. "
2 " He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens. "
― Jean-Paul Sartre , The Reprieve
3 " We are all like cells within the body of the Universe/ God—as are plants, animals, air, natural resources and everything down to a subatomic level. Like cells in a body, these expressions grow, create, divide, destroy, die and are reabsorbed into the Universe/God to create again. "
― Russell Anthony Gibbs , The Principle of Oneness: A Practical Guide to Experiencing the Profound Unity of Everything
4 " The light in that room was a glow; I seem to remember the color green, or perhaps flowers. A pale green sheet covered his inert body but not his head, which lay (eyes closed, mouth set in a tense and terrible grimace) unmoving. Gianluca. Barely able to see, barely able to stand - my knees kept buckling – and breathing so quietly I thought that I, too, might die; that out of shock, I would just drift away, the shell of my body cracking open. No longer anchored by my brother’s love, I would be reabsorbed by sky. Gianluca. If there was never another sound in the world, I would understand – yes, that would be appropriate, it would be fitting. This was the antithesis of music, the antithesis of noise. My brother’s death seemed to demand silence of all the world. Gianluca. "
― Antonella Gambotto-Burke , The Eclipse: A Memoir Of Suicide
5 " Each category is generalized to the greatest possible extent, so that it eventually loses all specificity and is reabsorbed by all the other categories. When everything is political, nothing is political anymore, the word itself is meaningless. When everything is sexual, nothing is sexual any more, and sex loses its determinants. When everything is aesthetic, nothing is beautiful or ugly any more, and art itself disappears. "
― Jean Baudrillard , The Transparency of Evil: Essays in Extreme Phenomena
6 " All the while Martin attempted to catch his aunt with a remorseful gaze, but the young woman was reabsorbed into her mother’s orbit, and though Anna embraced him, pressed on him the importance of visiting soon, he could feel that she was already very far away, not really seeing him, but cruising with distant eyes and a feather’s touch over the summits of all her disappointments. "
