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    <body><![CDATA[Imagine that you are in a nameless suburb, say California for example, and you stumble home drunk on bad whiskey and stoned off of cheap weed. This is purely hypothetical. You hover over the toilet and puke up the bad whiskey and some nameless food substance. The next morning you sit on the toilet reading this book. You read the lines &quot;the complete and definitive victory of atheism might free mankind of this whole feeling of guilty indebtedness towards its origin, its causa prima. Atheism and a kind of second innocence belong together.” You fall over laughing and underline the line in red ink. You underline yourself in red ink. There is no god! You puke on the floor and fall in it laughing. Suburban America and a second innocence? You can't stop laughing at this point. ]]></body>
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