When the spot of light hit Hannah's face brightly, her eyes were always looking out the window in the bumpy road of the car. Thinking, what is thinking?
Memories flicker in a lifetime, interspersed in every moment when life is still. Heidegger, Lin Zhonglu... After all the unbearable pain in the future, the reason why I become who I am is not that I love someone deeply and eternally, but these events of love and being loved finally constitute the I.
What is a person, a Jew is a person, and any race or category of people is a person; why think, because thinking is the characteristic of being a person; what is love, if you want to get the love of others, you must first love others.
If the individual disappears, then why does he live?
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