Will we be alone or within a crowd. Oh, unity is very much expected, it was rare in life, so what after death! The dead are much more than the neighborhoods! In the best hypotheses, the object after death will resemble what Anis is now living in the restroom: she hears from all directions for women who do not stop. Eternal is an infinite richness: for frankness, we can imagine what is worse, but the idea of ​​having to hear the sounds of women, without a truce and forever, this idea is for Aniis a sufficient reason to adhere to life fierce, and to delay death to the greatest possible extent as possible
by Milan Kundera
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The passage reflects on the concept of unity and existence after death. It suggests that while people often seek connection during life, the afterlife might not offer the same sense of community. The dead are portrayed as being more numerous than the living, leading to a contemplation of what one might encounter beyond life. It presents a scenario where, rather than peace, one could experience the eternal noise of life, symbolized by Aniis hearing the sounds of women in her restroom.

This idea creates a stark contrast between life and the afterlife. For Aniis, the relentless sounds serve as a reminder of the vibrancy of life, contributing to her fierce desire to cling to existence. She perceives the potential eternity of that noise as a reason to resist death, emphasizing a struggle between the allure of immortality and the chaos that might come with it. The narrative hints at a profound philosophical inquiry into what it truly means to live and embrace life amidst the chaos.

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