“One is dying, all alone, the others are very satisfied in the world, nor met offered to die too!”. Bonifacio, Sebastian, who had so loved, as he said, Uncle Nepomuceno, everyone was here, nobody did anything to help her not to die, no one said: “For ea, I’ll go.”

Emma was a perfect atheist. I had never thought of God, nor to deny it, did not believe left to believe in religion, the Church met poorly, and that machine. In your time is not used to discuss religious matters in their own land which they were not devotees enjoyed complete tolerance, nor were unbelievers, not missing a pious custom, keeping major appearances, no one was molested.

“I am not blessed,” said Emma, ​​and thought no more about these things. The Church, the priests, well, everything was fine, she was not fond of the ninth, but all was in order, as having kings and contribution, and Civil Guard. Above all, do not think of anything that is not talked about it, why? “I’m not blessed.” And it was perfect atheist, because he lived in perpetual thought of the relative. I had never thought about business after death, hell it probably appeared like an oven, but it what? To hell were great rogues who killed his father or mother or a priest, or treading the host or did not want to admit …. Also, do not know anything for sure. But the die was horrible, not hell, the pain of dying and grief to end.

Yes, finishing, without thinking about the contradiction of his inner consciousness with the dogma of heaven and hell, Emma was in earnest, with deep conviction, aware of his own fear, the destruction painful in the grave, and, no friend to discern, did not stop to separate the rational from the imagined, and so, some also felt death by shovelfuls of lime, and the damp earth, and the closed box, and the cemetery alone and dark eternity .