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“Tragedy springs from the impossibility of attaining Being in an objective way, or of realizing communion between men considered as social beings; it springs from the everlasting conflict between the Ego and the object; and, finally, it arises from the gnosiological problem of solitude which is the special province of philosophy.”

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Book:العزلة والمجتمع
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العزلة والمجتمع

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Nikolai Berdyaev
Nikolai Berdyaev

Russian philosopher born on March 18, 1874, and died on March 23, 1948. Nikolai Berdyaev is known for his contributions to religious philosophy, existentialism, and liberalism. more

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