How does this happen to what seems to be your run-of-the-Mill healthy rabbit who plays Socrates up golf balls, and succeeds at other Rand-om physical activities?
Don't tell that the Hume-an condition is to be as sturdy as Plato, and our deaths Aristotally arbitrary and Locked in as it seems. We need to Kierkegaard our sanity.
How Dewey resolve the fact that our Nietzche in society is about to become vacant by this Sartrifact of our mortality? How can people let the end knOccam down?
