citat från tuesdays with Morrie

Ther is a tribe in the North American Arctic who believe that all things on earth have a soul that exist in a miniature form of the body that holds it--so that a deer has a tiny deer inside it, and a man has a tiny man inside him. When the large being dies, that tiny form lives on. It can slide into something being born nearby, or it can go to a temprary resting place in the sky, in the belly of a great feminine spirit, where it waits until the moon can send it back to earth.
      Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always returns, as do we all.

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