You loser. What’s going wrong? Can he smell your fear? No way – you’re a tiger! What noise do tigers make? Show them a tiger fears nothing! I smell money…
…. I suppose it’s like a door that never opens and never closes. It makes no sound and leads to nowhere. It is something which one can sense. It has a quality that time provides and time will take away. And the question through which we walk is our own story. Our own story of our radical scepticism about ultimate values and about the possibility of explanation.
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