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How do we stand with others when the things that separate us are imposed at birth, when the separation haunts us and follows us day and night?

What is the self? Everything you are, without others, without friends or strangers or lovers or children or streets to walk or food to eat or mirrors in which to see yourself. But are you anyone without others?

"I feel artificially myself. I'm someone who's supposed to be me."

“What’s the point of living if we don’t die at the end of it?”

Everybody wants to own the end of the world.