There is nothing but eternity in that vast emptiness, eternity and yourself. Do you wonder then that those who return are mad? If I bring him back, the one that you are asking for, what remains of him still, do you really think you know what you will get? I don’t even know.
He was condemned unfairly, I’ll grant, but as a matter of justice, it’s not so simple as you seem to think it is. What I bring back might be a vegetable. He might be a raving lunatic. That which returns will not be that which was lost.
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