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A personal story that leads to a meditation on death...

Progress is a myth we tell ourselves to endure an indifferent universe. A dream of destiny masking our uncertainty about where humanity is truly going.

The thorny versus the pleasant...

And the old escapism lies dead.

You are not a slave, so why do you think like one?

Confronting the suffering of the writer in this day and age.

The Criticism of Human Rights