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 This is a place for me to share some ideas, perspectives, thoughts that occur to my mind, not necessarily in a logical or rational form, but rather in my own personal way. I think a personal blog, though completely out of fashion as of 2023, still has some value as it's rid of the popularity of the likes of Facebook, Instagram or Twitter, but allows you what these other platforms don't- the free expression of ideas in a more organized fashion.

My ideas are heavily influenced by Max Stirner and his book Der Einzige und sein Eigentum (The Ego and Its Own, 1844), and I will also try to post here essays based on the ideas of that book. I am an egoist, like Stirner, and my final aim in life is mastery of self. Whether I can achieve that or not that's another story. 

Other philosophers I admire are Albert Camus, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche and Emil Cioran. 

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