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It's a SIGN!

Last summer I read a book called "What does it all mean?" by Thomas Nagel and I highly recommend reading it. It's a philosophical discussion about life and everything and though, yes, it hurt my head it was also really, really good! One of the points it discussed has stuck with me: I could be imagining - inventing the book as I read it. It could all be in my head.

A pretty famous guy (I think his name was Descard or something - I'm kidding, Descartes is to whom I am referring) once said cogito ergo sum or more commonly known as "I think therefore I am". His fundamental argument was that the only thing that he couldn't doubt was the fact that he was doubting, thus his mind or his 'thinking being' must exist. My point here is that I could be the only thing that exists (yay idealism!).

We're reading Der Besuch der alten Dame in German. The antagonist is Claire Zachanassian (we have the pleasure of sharing first names) and she is MEAN. She's scary and manipulative and mean. She wants a whole town to kill one of their most popular citizens... MEAN MEAN MEAN.

What's more, every time I read a character from The White Devil (Webster) in English, I read out the evil characters...

I may be utterly incoherent here with my words but what I'm trying to point out is what in the world is the world trying to tell me?!!??!?!?!

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