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What you will have the opportunity to glimpse now is this long sentence, the somewhat lyrical, brief and inaccurate portrait of the circumstances that led us to be what we are, that is, this almost disappointing species that fights eternally and uninterruptedly between be and have, the genus that has inhabited the world for millennia, reigning colossally over all other species as it stumbles over every obstacle and falls off every precipice it encounters, for being too proud to recognize and understand the mistakes of the past and for being the patient of this mental blindness that prevents him from going around the tribulations precisely because he is obtuse enough to wound himself on sharp edges or climb in a painful and unnecessary way the mountains that he would avoid if he had the intelligence he despises or doesn't have, since he doesn't just suffer the humiliation of being just a simulacrum of that super man who imagined when his chest was all boasting while his brain didn't stop savage of an arrogant nutmeg, the clenched hands futilely trying to stop a past that only now understands inglorious and the resolute feet that have always marched ignorantly towards the existential nothingness that will certainly be the final reward for these frivolous yearnings, for these questionable goals, for this life of less.

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