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"One sticks a finger into the ground to smell what country one is in. I stick my finger into the world - it has no smell. Where am I? What does it mean to say: the world? What is the meaning of that word? Who tricked me into this whole thing and leaves me standing here? Who am I? How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it, why was i not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if i had been bought from a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in the big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn't it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved where is the manager - I have something to say about this. There is no manager? To whom shall I make my complain?"~The Young Man