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"To be human, is not a fact, but a task."

"In all important transactions of life we have to take a leap in the dark...If we decide to leave the riddles unanswered, that is a choice; if we waver in our answer, that, too, is a choice: but whatever choice we make, we make it at our peril...We stand on a mountain pass in the midst of whirling snow and blinding mist, through which we get glimpses now and then of paths which may be deceptive. If we stand still we shall be frozen to death. If we take the wrong road we shall be dashed to pieces. We do not certainly know whether there is any right one? What must we do? "Be strong and of a good courage." Act for the best, hope for the best and take what comes...If death ends all, we cannot meet death better."
(James Fitzjames Stephen, Liberty, Equality, Fraternity)
(credits: 'Why We Struggle To Change', Academy Of Ideas)

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