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Why Are There Beings At All Instead Of Nothing? That Is The Question. Presumably It Is Not Arbitrary Question, "why Are There Beings At All Instead Of Nothing"- This Is Obviously The First Of All Questions. Of Course It Is Not The First Question In The Chronological Sense [...] And Yet, We Are Each Touched Once, Maybe Even Every Now And Then, By The Concealed Power Of This Question, Without Properly Grasping What Is Happening To Us. In Great Despair, For Example, When All Weight Tends To Dwindle Away From Things And The Sense Of Things Grows Dark, The Question Looms.

Anyone Can Achieve Their Fullest Potential, Who We Are Might Be Predetermined, But The Path We Follow Is Always Of Our Own Choosing. We Should Never Allow Our Fears Or The Expectations Of Others To Set The Frontiers Of Our Destiny. Your Destiny Can't Be Changed But, It Can Be Challenged. Every Man Is Born As Many Men And Dies As A Single One.

But Every Historical Statement And Legitimization Itself Moves Within A Certain Relation To History.

There Is No Such Thing As An Empty Word, Only One That Is Worn Out Yet Remains Full.

Profound Boredom, Drifting Here And There In The Abysses Of Our Existence Like A Muffling Fog, Removes All Things And Men And Oneself Along With It Into A Remarkable Indifference. This Boredom Reveals Being As A Whole.