We cannot live our lives intelligently if we do not know what life is about—which breaks down into how we happen to exist, indeed how anything at all exists, and where (if anywhere) we are supposed to be going. Not knowing the answers, we can only stumble and fumble, splendidly or idiotically or with idiocy and splendor interwoven, in each one’s inimitable, individual style. |
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