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(Reblogged from fuckyeahphilosophy)
A life is such a strange object, at one moment translucent, at another utterly opaque, an object I make with my own hands, an object imposed on me, an object for which the world provides the raw material and then steals it from me again, pulverized by events, scattered, broken, scored yet retaining its unity; how heavy it is and how inconsistent.
Simone de Beauvoir: Force of Circumstance (translated by R. Howard) (via fuckyeahphilosophy)
