Being and Somethingness
In search of meaning
“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold…”
—Yeats, The Second Coming
“…it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.”
—Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Then that year came: the one which had swallowed him up.
The others had always been clear about how they fought these things—how they fought being on Earth—rooted, immovable, intractable.
It was no different for him, he reasoned. Wasn’t he human, too?
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