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"March 22nd (a miserable Sunday). Time is like a well whose shaft goes down to death—to my death—to my perdition. The gulf of time: how I shudder to look down on time! My death is at its bottom and its dank breath mounts up and chills me."
— Jun 28, 2017 09:41PM
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"No date. My life and I. Can I 'think' my life? When I come to grips with the sense of these two words 'my life', it seems that all meaning has deserted them. There is my past: there is also the feeling of a pulsating Now. But is all this really my life? My past, in so far as I consider it, ceases to be my past."
— Jun 28, 2017 09:38PM
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"November 28th. A sentence came to my lips as I looked at a dog lying down outside a shop. 'There is something called being alive, and something else called active existence. I have chosen the latter.'"
— Jun 28, 2017 09:33PM
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"April 10th. I see the clear necessity, this morning, of substituting the question 'Am I my life?' for 'Am I my body?'"
— Jun 28, 2017 09:23PM
