"But his judgement went through me like a sword and questioned my very right to exist, And it was true, I had always realized it; I hadn't the right to exist. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant or a microbe. My life put out feelers towards small pleasures in every direction. sometimes it sent out vague signals; at other times I felt nothing more than a harmless buzzing." - Jean-Paul Sartre
— Jan 02, 2019 02:16PM
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