Monday, June 18, 2018

oh there's a lovely breeze. i feel so stupid for hurting my foot. it's quite tender. i've been hurt before. hurt myself. been hurt. healed. there's doubt, what if i don't heal this time. what if i am unfit. 
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in order for one to be truly or ultimately responsible for how one is in such away that one can be truly responsible for what one does, something impossible has to be true: there has to be, and cannot be, a starting point in the series of acts of bringing it about that one has a certain nature; a starting point that constitutes an act of ultimate self-origination.

galen strawson,
luck swallows everything

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