Human: The Error That Thinks
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A brutally honest manifesto for those who see too clearly - and feel too much.
What if existence isn't a gift... but an accident?
What if consciousness is not a blessing, but a malfunction?
And what if the very act of being human is the original flaw?
You won't walk away from this book "transformed."
But you may walk away honest - for the first time in years.
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