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November 24, 2024

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Reader, I was born and cried / Crackt so, smelt so, and so died, / Like to Caesar’s was my death, / He in senate lost his breath; / And alike interr’d doth lie, / Thy famous Romulus and I. / And, at last, like Flora fair, / I left the commonwealth mine air.

Thought:

“The meaning of the world must lie outside the world.”

Ludwig Wittgenstein | Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus

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