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bibliocyclist's review
3.0
We possess art lest we perish of the truth.
And life itself told me this secret: 'Behold,' it said, 'I am that which must always conquer itself.'
Truths are illusions whose illusoriness is overlooked.
The eye of the judge glints with the cold steel of the executioner.
Every philosophy conceals another philosophy; every opinion is also a hiding-place, every word a mask.
And life itself told me this secret: 'Behold,' it said, 'I am that which must always conquer itself.'
Truths are illusions whose illusoriness is overlooked.
The eye of the judge glints with the cold steel of the executioner.
Every philosophy conceals another philosophy; every opinion is also a hiding-place, every word a mask.
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