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There are many men and women who would appear to have lost the capacity for wonder: what does it all mean? Why am I here, and what am I? Like men who have grown accustomed to the beauty and mystery of a sunset and looking at it merely think, "the refraction of light by the earth's atmosphere", so they accept life as a stale phenomenon, a story that has been told so often that it ceases to have any meaning.
taken from:
Diagnosis of Man page 175-6
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