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Death opens a door out of a little, dark room (that's all the life we have known before it) into a great, real place where the true sun shines and we shall meet.

C. S. Lewis (1980). “Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold”, p.79, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Death opens a door out of a little, dark room (that's all the life we have known before it) into a great, real place where the true sun shines and we shall meet.