{"text":"He had been reborn into the knowledge of death; and the inescapability of change, of things-never-the-same, of no-way-back, made him afraid. When you lose the past you're naked in front of contemptuous Azraeel, the death-angel. Hold on if you can, he told himself. Cling to yesterdays. Leave your nail-marks in the grey slope as you slide.","author":"Salman Rushdie","tags":["change","death","inevitability","rebirth","reincarnation"],"id":7987,"author_id":"Salman+Rushdie"}