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Tragic Sense of Life

This work delves into the philosophical underpinnings of tragedy, examining its role in shaping human understanding of life and the universe. The author explores the nature of suffering, the human condition, and the search for meaning amidst life's inherent struggles. more

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Miguel de Unamuno
Miguel de Unamuno

Miguel de Unamuno was a Spanish novelist, philosopher, and academic. His works profoundly reflected the ideas of individualism and existentialism, and had a profound impact on 20th-century literature and philosophy. more

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