newyorker:

A cartoon by Frank Cotham. For more from this week’s issue, visit newyorker.com/humor.

Reminds me of this from C.S. Lewis’ That Hideous Strength.

“Not till then did his controllers allow him to suspect that death itself might not after all cure the illusion of being a soul— nay, might prove the entry into a world where that illusion raged infinite and unchecked. Escape for the soul, if not for the body, was offered him. He became able to know (and simultaneously refused the knowledge) that he had been wrong from the beginning, that souls and personal responsibility existed.”

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