Edmund Husserl
For the first time, I was grateful to be human
One night, I dreamed that I was flying toward a place called the Island of Robots. At first, the dream appeared as spectacle: a high-tech airport, luminous corridors, metallic figures moving with calculated grace. But upon waking reflection, I realized…
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