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Ultima pubblicazione mar, lug 26, 2016
Is there a reason?
Is there a reason to have two eyes, two legs or even to be existed?
Are we given them all only to be thankful? Or maybe to realize that we have them?
Starting from the vitamins in an apple to the great miracles in your eyes.. Do you have them for a reason?
A religion starts with a question, and then you get an answer..
You ask for more, you get an evidence.
You ask for more, you get a miracle.. And then you get belief.
But which religion can answer all your questions And forgive your curiosity?
This is a book about answers, starting with the author's.
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