When I debate or discuss anything, I feel that 'the abstract' is my most comfortable place. I consider it philosophy and the quest for a 'something'. How do you feel about it, this everlasting trap called life?
I'm ill today, feverish and tired. This could be the end of everything. I am not frightened by this thought. Endless and shameless hopes, the thought about them make me more dead.
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"Philosophers are beings who have passed through a death, who are born from it and go towards another death, perhaps the same one".(Deleuze Cinema2)
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