He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.
He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.
I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life.
One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.
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