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Topic - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
In his audience with surgeons who treat cancer patients, Pope Francis encouraged the physicians to view the person as an integral whole of body and soul.
Alexandra Popoff's "The Wives" is a book that most women will love and most feminists will hate -- the story of six great Russian literary partnerships, each one consisting of a husband and wife. More particularly, it is the story of the six wives, extraordinary women in their own right as well as gifted collaborators without whom their husbands' lives and literary legacies would have been severely diminished.
Life matters. No matter if you believe in or doubt eternity in any form, your existence in time and space, forgotten as it will inevitably be, makes weird sense. David Horowitz makes the point lyrically, almost poetically, in his "A Point in Time: The Search for Redemption in This Life and the Next."
("In abstract love of humanity," Fyodor Dostoevsky wrote, "one almost always only loves oneself."
He later wrote of the experience: "I felt the heaven was going down upon the earth and that it had engulfed me.