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Being and Nothingness

He has everything! He awakes and listens for the clamor of the city only to find he cannot hear. He arises to find he cannot speak, and the silence is deafening, overwhelming. He still sees the world in all its peaceful beauty, until it all goes black. The smell of breakfast cooking slithers up his nostrils, disappears... Struggling in confusion he longs for restitution, but then... the faces of his children, the whisper of the leaves, the scent of fresh cut grass, the softness of a woman's skin the flavor of fresh strawberries forsake his memory ...and he has nothing.

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