LIFE & MEANING
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Truth has unlimited space in the imagination.
Life; death watch... In the sense of meaning, the life of the mind without consciousness is completely meaningless. It cannot be defined. The focus should be on enriching the statement, not on proof.
-Translated from Turkish-
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