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“Attachment is the great fabricator of illusions; reality can be obtained only by someone who is detached.”

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Simone Weil
Simone Weil

Simone Weil was a French philosopher, social activist, and writer. Born on February 3, 1909, and died on August 24, 1943, Weil is known for her profound philosophical thinking and her passionate commitment to social justice. Her works have had a significant impact on later philosophers and social thinkers. more

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