دانلود رمان انگلیسی “آدمخوار جادویی”

By the way, have you ever thought of yourself as the protagonist of a story? You don’t need to have much conviction about it, but have you ever, at least once thought of yourself as an existence that’s just one part of a larger story? Too predestined to be just chance, too inevitable to be just an accident, too karmic to be just a coincidence, too fated to be just an accident; whenever, wherever something abnormal occurred around you, haven’t you ever thought, haven’t you ever ended up thinking something like that? That there is something like a plot outline here and that you and everyone else are just following it, idly and unconsciously, being pulled along the same way that a magnets draws iron sand to itself, creating a sort of image along the glass; that in a place you don’t know, there’s a great someone that you can’t perceive at all who, in a place completely unknown to us, is creating a great story. If there’s a person who has never, not even once thought of something like that, then they don’t deserve to be alive.
Such a person isn’t alive.
That’s just inertia.
Just continuing.
Each and every person has a predefined role. There’s no such thing as a pointless person; everyone is a cog in this world. Even a tragic cog that’s just spinning around in place without any meaning, even such hollowness has a great effect on its surroundings. True solitude, which has no effect on the world at all, which has nothing to do with anyone or anything, doesn’t exist, not even as a non-existent existence. Even existences that were long ago rejected by reality, those fantastic and illusory existences (whether those were called gods or demons, in this case, the meaning is the same), still continue to disturb their surroundings to this day.