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Whence Came I, Whither Go I? Science Cannot Tell Us A Word About Why Music Delights Us, Of Why And How An Old Song Can Move Us To Tears. Science Is Reticent Too When It Is A Question Of The Great Unity – The One Of Parmenides – Of Which We All Somehow Form Part, To Which We Belong. The Most Popular Name For It In Our Time Is God – With A Capital ‘g’. Whence Come I And Whither Go I? That Is The Great Unfathomable Question, The Same For Every One Of Us. Science Has No Answer To It.

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If We Were Bees, Ants, Or Lacedaemonian| Warriors, To Whom Personal Fear Does Not Exist And Cowardice Is The Most Shameful Thing In The World, Warring Would Go On Forever. But Luckily We Are Only Men — And Cowards.

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