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‘It was’—that is the name of the will’s gnashing of teeth and most secret melancholy. –Friedrich Nietzsche[1]  "Vanitas with Violin and Glass Ball" by Pieter Claesz (c. 1628) Note: this blog post has been turned into a paper, which you can access here! Because this blog post has the same name as the paper, I have removed it to avoid confusion. If you'd like access to the original blog post, please email me! |