Thomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise painting

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between himself and the inevitability of the grave. An orphaned life, like Muhammad"s; like everyone's. A illuminated by a strangely radiant death, which continued to glow, in his mind's eye, like a sort of magic lamp.
_I must think of myself, from now on, as living perpetually in the first instant of the future_, he resolved a few days later, in Zeeny's apartment on Sophia Lane, while recovering in her bed from the toothy enthusiasms of her lovemaking. (She had invited him shyly, as if she were removing a veil after long concealment.) But a history is not so easily shaken off; he was also living, after all, in the _present moment of the past_, and his old was about to surge around him once again, to complete its final act.
He became aware that he was a rich man. Under the terms of Changez's will, the dead tycoon's vast fortune and myriad Businterests were to be