This morning I was sitting in the living room, thinking about existentialist philosophy, daydreaming really while I rubbed lotion into my dry feet. I was thinking that I would like to do some reading on the subject.
Suddenly a book on the bottom of the bookshelf caught my eye. I could barely make out the title. Was it Introduction to Existentialism? I edged closer to the bookshelf and saw that in fact that was the title. It was an ancient paperback with yellowed pages. I had never seen this book among the hundreds we have on our shelves and yet when I wanted it, there it was.
Life is a mystery...
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