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Bluelighter
For a philosophical discussion on the meaninglessness of life, I would not have expected it to sharply detour into a puerile affray of angrily-fingered keystrokes and egos, nor transmogrify into a childish pageant of haughty and contemptible, self-assured doctrinaires—each of whom being apparently too stuck on themselves and the defense their own subjective and uncorroborated weltanshauung to notice none of it is germane to the thread's topic, that no one cares, and that each of them is as profoundly flawed and unsubstantiated as all of them.
This is—as should be salient to all but the insensate, inattentive, illiterate, indolent, or indiscreet—a topic of existentialism, as opposed to futile eegoism.
This is—as should be salient to all but the insensate, inattentive, illiterate, indolent, or indiscreet—a topic of existentialism, as opposed to futile eegoism.
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