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Cấu trúc
Cover
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1. The Pain
Chapter 2. The Hospital
Chapter 3. Out of Nowhere
Chapter 4. Eben IV
Chapter 5. Underworld
Chapter 6. An Anchor to Life
Chapter 7. The Spinning Melody and the Gateway
Chapter 8. Israel
Chapter 9. The Core
Chapter 10. What Counts
Chapter 11. An End to the Downward Spiral
Chapter 12. The Core
Chapter 13. Wednesday
Chapter 14. A Special Kind of NDE
Chapter 15. The Gift of Forgetting
Chapter 16. The Well
Chapter 17. N of 1
Chapter 18. To Forget, and to Remember
Chapter 19. Nowhere to Hide
Chapter 20. The Closing
Chapter 21. The Rainbow
Chapter 22. Six Faces
Chapter 23. Final Night, First Morning
Chapter 24. The Return
Chapter 25. Not There Yet
Chapter 26. Spreading the News
Chapter 27. Homecoming
Chapter 28. The Ultra-Real
Chapter 29. A Common Experience
Chapter 30. Back from the Dead
Chapter 31. Three Camps
Chapter 32. A Visit to Church
Chapter 33. The Enigma of Consciousness
Chapter 34. A Final Dilemma
Chapter 35. The Photograph
Eternea
Acknowledgments
Appendix A: Statement by Scott Wade, M.D.
Appendix B: Neuroscientific Hypotheses I Considered to Explain My Experience
About Eben Alexander, M.D.
Reading List
Index
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