And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle — it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.
And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle — it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.
And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle — it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.
And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle — it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.
And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle — it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.
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And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle

— it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.
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