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We all know the cure-yet we keep choosing the disease.
In We Knew the Cure, But Loved the Disease: How We Worship What Wounds Us, Davis Shyaka Musirikare delivers a haunting, philosophical novel that dissects humanity's most seductive paradox: our obsession with the very things that destroy us.
Told through the interwoven lives of a brilliant doctor who smokes between surgeries, a celebrated poet addicted to her own image, and a preacher whose faith feeds his pride, this book exposes the quiet addiction beneath every virtue. Each character knows the truth, teaches the truth-and still cannot live it. The result is a hypnotic descent into the beauty of decay, where pleasure masquerades as healing and self-destruction feels like love.
Blending psychological realism, lyrical prose, and moral tension, We Knew the Cure invites readers to confront the terrifying comfort of their own contradictions. It is not merely a story about addiction-it is about knowledge, hypocrisy, desire, and the dangerous relief of surrendering to what hurts.
For readers of The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Secret History, and The Road Less Traveled, this is a modern confessional of the soul-a mirror held up to every mind that has ever known the right path and still chosen the wrong one.
Because sometimes, the disease is simply too beautiful to let go.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
We all know the cure-yet we keep choosing the disease.
In We Knew the Cure, But Loved the Disease: How We Worship What Wounds Us, Davis Shyaka Musirikare delivers a haunting, philosophical novel that dissects humanity's most seductive paradox: our obsession with the very things that destroy us.
Told through the interwoven lives of a brilliant doctor who smokes between surgeries, a celebrated poet addicted to her own image, and a preacher whose faith feeds his pride, this book exposes the quiet addiction beneath every virtue. Each character knows the truth, teaches the truth-and still cannot live it. The result is a hypnotic descent into the beauty of decay, where pleasure masquerades as healing and self-destruction feels like love.
Blending psychological realism, lyrical prose, and moral tension, We Knew the Cure invites readers to confront the terrifying comfort of their own contradictions. It is not merely a story about addiction-it is about knowledge, hypocrisy, desire, and the dangerous relief of surrendering to what hurts.
For readers of The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Secret History, and The Road Less Traveled, this is a modern confessional of the soul-a mirror held up to every mind that has ever known the right path and still chosen the wrong one.
Because sometimes, the disease is simply too beautiful to let go.