Status Updates From Nos destins infinis

Their personhood was not as simple as a list of definitive attributes and traits, and they had no fixed body to marvel over. What fascinated me, what compelled me so profoundly, was that theirs was a soul in the truest sense. A way of thinking, a way of feeling, their emotional contours shifting with culture and history and experience but never yielding entirely

this is how bees make honey: they suck careful nectar from open flowers and bring their bounty back to the hive, where they kiss it from mouth to mouth until it runs thick and sweet. every parent we have ever loved walked this glorious earth gathering nectar from the flowers of their lives, kissing it into the mouths of their children, and now the honey is ours. —AUTHOR UNKNOWN

Lo sigo leyendo porque lo tengo en físico que si no...uf,me está costando horrores.
La premisa me gusta,el como se cuenta no... Seguiremos intentándolo.

COMO ES POSIBLE QUE LLEVE MENOS DE CINCUENTA PÁGINAS Y YA ME HAYA EMOCIONADO (ejem Siberia 1986 ejem)