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I don't know what it is about the problems of the body, they are all some type of a gruesome physical sickness.
I don't know what it is about the problems of the mind that it doesn't want to be clear about all things: The thought system thinks that it doesn't know anything.

This is an experiment we have performed on living flesh: by night we dropped pens and scattered them everywhere, by day we blew blank papers and they flung all over the place. Man trampled on them like dirt and swept them away as litter. All these men couldn't think that they could write anything important.
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